Maybe at the end of the day we could go home. If only we could find it, right? Or are we just restless souls, supposed to wander in eternity? I found my home where at least expected it. But they found me again. And the world is in danger again. And if I don't fight for it, there will be no place to return to. And because fates twist and turn, lives begin and end, people come and go, hearts break and heal, we have to face a new challenge, one that could kill us on the spot. Friendly advice. Don't put the weight of the world on a few human hearts. Especially the ones that are slowly approaching their breaking point.
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