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Anatole
Guest
I awaken once again, for the first time and see the crowded desolation in the magical realm that surrounds me. I stand and watch, flesh by day, bone and wood by night. Before me stands the teacher, but what can he teach me? Who knows?……. Everyone by now….
Elsewhere, the lions prepare to face the sun-blessed ones, with net, post and heart. Who can say what will be the outcome…. Depression or Elation?…. violence either way……..
And so I seek to escape this place. I tear flesh, and break bone and wood, and use them to flee this desolation.….North… where my teacher awaits……
What awaits me there? Only destiny knows…. And I, for I have seen the path I must tread, but still tread blindly forward to meet this destiny. To see myself, the champion, but only a champion in the struggle against the lions and the wolves. Once I am strong enough, and this world is a better one, the lions and wolves will fear me………
Elsewhere, the lions prepare to face the sun-blessed ones, with net, post and heart. Who can say what will be the outcome…. Depression or Elation?…. violence either way……..
And so I seek to escape this place. I tear flesh, and break bone and wood, and use them to flee this desolation.….North… where my teacher awaits……
What awaits me there? Only destiny knows…. And I, for I have seen the path I must tread, but still tread blindly forward to meet this destiny. To see myself, the champion, but only a champion in the struggle against the lions and the wolves. Once I am strong enough, and this world is a better one, the lions and wolves will fear me………