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"close your eyes and turn your face to the wind.
feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.
suddenly, you know you are alive."
air (n) \ ' er \ — the mixture of invisible odorless tasteless gases (such as nitrogen and oxygen) that surrounds the earth。
feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.
suddenly, you know you are alive."
air (n) \ ' er \ — the mixture of invisible odorless tasteless gases (such as nitrogen and oxygen) that surrounds the earth。
人間失格。
人間失格。
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"today again a little snow falls
on sorrow already spoiled
today again even the wind blows
though sorrow already spoiled。
oh, how utterly dull.
it was a phrase that had visited his mind too many times, and it was how he looked at the world through empty eyes. the world was the same as always — flames that engulfed cities and turned them into ashes by the end of the day, storms that wreaked the lives of those it reached, winds that gave no mercy to those that stood in its path, and the earth that shook the world itself. this was how everything had turned into, and even before he was born, it was already what one would call normalcy in this universe.
it had become more of a routine than something to look forward to.
even the danger that came from the wars had started to become numb to him. there was no one — not even a single person or object that could provide entertainment to him.
oh, what a truly dull and boring world.
"sorrow already spoiled
never hopes nor wishes for anything
sorrow already spoiled
in languor dreams of death。
lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, he stood in the broken soil between the vlatkan and aurylean territories, surrounded by enemies whose names he didn't even bother remembering. he was certain he wouldn't remember their faces after this anyway. like the rest of the world, they would blend in with the blur of his memories, categorized as worthless.
"you're quite confident to come out here on your own, huh?" one of the worthless mongrels taunted, and they all began to approach him, their warriors having raised their weapons up, their sorcerers with their staffs. the lone vlatkan couldn't help but think that their numbers were unnecessary — no, not unnecessary.
lacking.
to defeat him, they would have to take out their very best. no matter how much he loved to chase death, he would never let his head fall upon the hands of such worthless mongrels.
"don't be so confident," san said, blinking the sleepiness away. he stretched his arms upwards, waiting for that satisfying crack of his back. "if you really wanted to defeat me—" a crack of his bone, and he grinned, "—you should have sent out your leaders, mongrels."
a strong gush of wind swirled around him briefly, just as the aurylean warriors lunged at him. the winds danced around his figure in a cool breeze, before it expanded outwards, pushing his opponents back, the winds sharp as it sliced through the necks of his enemies cleanly.
"pitifully i fear
sorrow already spoiled
dusk and there's nothing i can do
against sorrow already spoiled。。。
blood gushed from their open necks, spraying onto the atmosphere like fountains. heads fell upon the broken earth, crimson liquid pooling on the area which they touched. san yawned once more, sniffing as he watched the play in front of him unravel. with a soft hum, his grin disappeared and emptiness painted over his mien.
oh, how utterly dull.
on sorrow already spoiled
today again even the wind blows
though sorrow already spoiled。
oh, how utterly dull.
it was a phrase that had visited his mind too many times, and it was how he looked at the world through empty eyes. the world was the same as always — flames that engulfed cities and turned them into ashes by the end of the day, storms that wreaked the lives of those it reached, winds that gave no mercy to those that stood in its path, and the earth that shook the world itself. this was how everything had turned into, and even before he was born, it was already what one would call normalcy in this universe.
it had become more of a routine than something to look forward to.
even the danger that came from the wars had started to become numb to him. there was no one — not even a single person or object that could provide entertainment to him.
oh, what a truly dull and boring world.
"sorrow already spoiled
never hopes nor wishes for anything
sorrow already spoiled
in languor dreams of death。
lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, he stood in the broken soil between the vlatkan and aurylean territories, surrounded by enemies whose names he didn't even bother remembering. he was certain he wouldn't remember their faces after this anyway. like the rest of the world, they would blend in with the blur of his memories, categorized as worthless.
"you're quite confident to come out here on your own, huh?" one of the worthless mongrels taunted, and they all began to approach him, their warriors having raised their weapons up, their sorcerers with their staffs. the lone vlatkan couldn't help but think that their numbers were unnecessary — no, not unnecessary.
lacking.
to defeat him, they would have to take out their very best. no matter how much he loved to chase death, he would never let his head fall upon the hands of such worthless mongrels.
"don't be so confident," san said, blinking the sleepiness away. he stretched his arms upwards, waiting for that satisfying crack of his back. "if you really wanted to defeat me—" a crack of his bone, and he grinned, "—you should have sent out your leaders, mongrels."
a strong gush of wind swirled around him briefly, just as the aurylean warriors lunged at him. the winds danced around his figure in a cool breeze, before it expanded outwards, pushing his opponents back, the winds sharp as it sliced through the necks of his enemies cleanly.
"pitifully i fear
sorrow already spoiled
dusk and there's nothing i can do
against sorrow already spoiled。。。
blood gushed from their open necks, spraying onto the atmosphere like fountains. heads fell upon the broken earth, crimson liquid pooling on the area which they touched. san yawned once more, sniffing as he watched the play in front of him unravel. with a soft hum, his grin disappeared and emptiness painted over his mien.
oh, how utterly dull.
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