
by James Butcher
Having someone who is your exact reflection is the only refuge in a world built upon impurity. But can the eternal survive the will of man? Sometimes, progress demands a tribute of forgetfulness. We bow before the altar of success and leave behind those who walked beside us in the shadows, looking out only for our own benefit, slaves to that deep desire that torments you every morning until the air becomes thick. Your ego was so great that you forgot your own face. You forgot the purpose of your struggle. And now, facing the mirror of your ambition, the question haunts you: Is this truly what you wanted? What will become of those who were your support? The path to the summit is paved with the remnants of what you once were. Now that you stand alone at the top... will you seek forgiveness, or is there no one left to return to? "Friendship can be the largest and strongest tree, or it can also be the largest and weakest tree."
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