losing little pieces of my soul to this “The space between them was ice-cold, as though all their ghosts surrounded them. They were both drenched in the dead. The war was an abyss that took everything and was never satisfied. There was always more required. Another life. An additional measure of blood. Be better. Smarter. More ruthless. Quicker. More cunning. Accept a second portion of pain. It was never enough.”
— Jan 25, 2026 08:23AM
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