memento mori.
remember you will die.
🕰️ [ event ]
— written by castor / maya
Regarding the role of protagonist?
Well... We all have a role to play,
do we not? Fate determines it so.
Hahaha... Then it's no wonder you
bear such a strong scent of death.
That is interesting. Much more so
than I've come to expect... Ah, if
only you were the protagonist of
this story.
Regarding the role of protagonist?
Well... We all have a role to play,
do we not? Fate determines it so.
Hahaha... Then it's no wonder you
bear such a strong scent of death.
That is interesting. Much more so
than I've come to expect... Ah, if
only you were the protagonist of
this story.
...And, I have driven a wedge in the cycle that would have brought a new world in its place.
So, my views on death happen to come from a more "unique" perspective.
Ah, well. Why spoil the surprise?
What do you believe?
Hahaha... Then it's no wonder you
bear such a strong scent of death.
That is interesting. Much more so
than I've come to expect... Ah, if
only you were the protagonist of
this story.
How cute.
Sacrifice is all but meaningless.
Martyrdom, naught but a vain
performance.
Their time will come, as any other.
truth be told, i am rather content with the monotony of my life. i have someone who i have sworn to love and protect.
should my life be ended in order to save theirs... then it is what it is.
⠀
Do you seek some sort of reason?
Solace from the jaws of time itself?
Time marches on eternally. Yours,
it seems, has not yet come.
How cute.
Sacrifice is all but meaningless.
Martyrdom, naught but a vain
performance.
Their time will come, as any other.
Do you seek some sort of reason?
Solace from the jaws of time itself?
Time marches on eternally. Yours,
it seems, has not yet come.
i am a man who has died once already. taken on new form as if it were a cruel joke.
if time truly claims all equally, then it is a rather fickle mistress. and a petty one, at that.
so easily could i have been claimed by death when they were picking apart at my brain. something as simple as +
⠀
Death is not earned.
Nor are you.
Time claims all equally; neither can
be escaped.
Do you seek some sort of reason?
Solace from the jaws of time itself?
Time marches on eternally. Yours,
it seems, has not yet come.
Ah, well. Why spoil the surprise?
What do you believe?
Will that still hold true, when you
find yourself staring it in the face?
Ah, well. Why spoil the surprise?
What do you believe?
Death is not earned.
Nor are you.
Time claims all equally; neither can
be escaped.
death can have me when it earns me.
⠀
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
Death is not earned.
Nor are you.
Time claims all equally; neither can
be escaped.
Will that still hold true, when you
find yourself staring it in the face?
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
Will that still hold true, when you
find yourself staring it in the face?
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
It's a simple question, isn't it?
Then, you needn't be afraid to
answer.
It's a simple question, isn't it?
Then, you needn't be afraid to
answer.
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
And so, the thresholds of time
begin to intersect.
Tell me—do you fear death?
[ [ TIME IS WANING . ] ]
[ [ WOULD YOU CARE FOR A GLIMPSE OF WHAT’S TO COME ? ] ]
[ [ TIME IS WANING . ] ]
[ [ WOULD YOU CARE FOR A GLIMPSE OF WHAT’S TO COME ? ] ]
[ The sun is setting. The sky is lit with hues of deep purple. ]
[ The grass whispers softly beneath your footsteps. It's silent; not even the sound of crickets signaling the moonrise breaks the quiet. ]
[ Then, suddenly—you're bathed in a bright light from above. ]
[ The sun is setting. The sky is lit with hues of deep purple. ]
[ The grass whispers softly beneath your footsteps. It's silent; not even the sound of crickets signaling the moonrise breaks the quiet. ]
[ Then, suddenly—you're bathed in a bright light from above. ]
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