look at those eyes. those white pupil-less eyes. They tell me secrets In which I cannot fanthom. Those eyes tell me years of battle and pain, all of which led to nothing but mere misery. Generations bestowed upon all of his guardians smitten only by swords and daggers, no joy nor any sense of tranquility felt by those cold, senseless, directionless parts of his mind that had only reminded him of the cruel reality his body was forced to exist upon. And even if through all of it he chants with his broken self , a mere shell of who his beloved self used to be, that only he could say these ancient words....
look at those eyes. those white pupil-less eyes. They tell me secrets In which I cannot fanthom. Those eyes tell me years of battle and pain, all of which led to nothing but mere misery. Generations bestowed upon all of his guardians smitten only by swords and daggers, no joy nor any sense of tranquility felt by those cold, senseless, directionless parts of his mind that had only reminded him of the cruel reality his body was forced to exist upon. And even if through all of it he chants with his broken self , a mere shell of who his beloved self used to be, that only he could say these ancient words....
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