There is this road…
Grey, empty, heavy…
Graveled, darkened, abandoned…
Oh no, Friend…
You wouldn’t want to see any of this!
Close your eyes!
Do not see, do not look!
Concealed in the narrow…
Are the fragments of sorrow…
The grieve, the hurts…
Loneliness, wings and smile burned down to ashes!
Away… The dust brings all…
Wet and warm,
Cold and dry…
Are the blood of the walkers…
The first and second generation…
Memories, memories…
So old and ancient,
no one dares to come close…
Not anymore…
See, Friend…
Do you want to be called a hero?
This is your chance…
Well, i certainly hope that you’re brave enough, though…
Strong enough to bear, stubborn enough to hold…
There’s nothing here, Friend…
As far as the eyes could see, nothing…
What?
You still want to go?
Well then, better get prepared, Friend!
Remember…
There will be no one along the walk…
Only wind, and the crows overhead!
No one’s for accompany.
No sympathy, no empathy…
Judgement, hatred only for every step…
Still want to go?
Well, go then!
But keep this in mind…
Do not regret, do not falter mid-way…
For you’ll end up even worse than before!
And…
One more thing…
If you’ve made up your mind…
…
I’ll be waiting, Friend…
No matter how long,
no matter how hard…
I’m waiting…
For your final smile…
And the nod of your accomplishment…
I’ll be there…
At the end of the road…
The road named Truth.
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