11-30-2023, 02:24 PM
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The Hand of Fate shuffles the deck, and the journey begins.
The past, the present, and the future.
Hello once again, kindred soul of mine.
To think it has been thirty years since that day, and twenty two since I undertook the voyage that landed me here, far from the homeland.
Twenty two years of enduring the Land of Aemir and its people.
Twenty two years of adapting to survive the locals, and to become better.
But above all?
To think it has been thirty years since that day, and twenty two since I undertook the voyage that landed me here, far from the homeland.
Twenty two years of enduring the Land of Aemir and its people.
Twenty two years of adapting to survive the locals, and to become better.
But above all?
Thirty years I have endured without you.
Thirty years of trying to find purpose.
Thirty years of trying to find closure.
Thirty years of upholding that vow eternal.
Thirty years of trying to be the best version of myself that I could be.
The version of myself that you saw within me, all those years ago.
And I am simply tired.
The version of myself that you saw within me, all those years ago.
And I am simply tired.
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The past is drawn, inverted.
But perhaps both sides speak their own truths.
But perhaps both sides speak their own truths.
At times I wonder if I would rethink my decision to board that boat, were I to turn back time to when I was twenty eight. Would I change it all and avoid my current fate, or would I simply embrace it as a necessity, something that I must endure?
Something that has made me better, as opposed to worse?
Something that has made me better, as opposed to worse?
Am I content, with this life?
Am I content, with the burden of duty?
Am I content, upon a throne of regrets?
Am I content, still being stuck on that day all those years ago?
Am I content, still being stuck on that day all those years ago?
Am I content, with the way things are?
No, I am not.
But I shall endure it, to be better.
But I shall endure it, to be better.
To learn and to grow.
To move on, yet never forget.
To never forsake that oath.
To move on, yet never forget.
To never forsake that oath.
And that is why I would not change a thing.
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The Hand draws another, the present.
I have thought much on it, over these last years.
On duty.
On purpose.
On legacy.
And throughout it all, I have been a witness to many things.A witness to suffering.
A witness to joy.
A witness to death.
A witness to life.
A witness to destruction.
A witness to creation.
A witness to loss.
A witness to love.
A witness to loss.
A witness to love.
A witness to despair.
A witness to Hope.
As you were mine, I shall be theirs.
And I have endured through it all.As you were mine, I shall be theirs.
Wounds upon my body.
I have endured it all, for their sake, and yours.
Wounds upon the mind.
I have endured it all, for I believe it to be right.
Wounds upon my spirit.
I have endured it all, for I have Hope.
Wounds upon the soul.
I have endured it all, for I made a promise.
I will be there, for all of them, for this year and for as many to come as I can endure.
I have long sought closure, and I have found it by enduring and growing with every pain brought upon me, and for every burden shared, to ease their suffering.
Gaining Strength by bringing Hope in the face of Strife.
Let this be a good start for 2094AC, as the month of Geist passes.
Happy 51st birthday, Eleanor, I can only hope I made you proud.
I upheld our promise. I never gave up on it.
And may I never stray from it, or your memory.
I upheld our promise. I never gave up on it.
And may I never stray from it, or your memory.
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The Hand of Fate has long drawn the last card, but shall it play its hand?
Yet, is it the Hand of Fate that truly picks from the deck, or is it The Fool that simply chooses it without knowing?
Yet, is it the Hand of Fate that truly picks from the deck, or is it The Fool that simply chooses it without knowing?