Chapter 1
Never Be a Fool
Do you hear the whispers disseminating in the wind?
Some say she is the harbinger of life itself, and if you think otherwise, you are but a fool.
Well, I am many things - half of which must comprise me being a dolt. Oh, how the wind thrives on the dolts.
For which you must listen to its whispers and tattle on its hymns around like a bard drawing out his mind's eye, for others to gape at it like an exquisite exotic fruit - the one they only want to savour for themselves.
In the world of deluded conquerors, what ought you to be?
A warrior? A king? A murderer? An intellect? Or a saviour?
And so the wind continued to ask its questions about my opinion on life, but little does she know I am a complex being, and often I tend not to think.
What a paradox.
I grieve what I lost, and I grieve who I used to be - an ominous shadow cast by my failures tends to haunt me at night.
Yet I am too ignorant, too much of a fool, who forgot to think, and so what once was a dream remained a dream forever.
Shall I remain in this solace? These shackles may never free my hands, and I too shall remain a fool who forgot how to dream.
"That is my advice," the wind whispers. "Never be a fool."
And she vanishes, just like that - as if she were never there to begin with.
But I heard her soft whispers. The wind gave me what I couldn't give myself: hope.
A hope that ignites the shadows and sets ablaze my doubts.
I found my euphoria, and it is to be what I am - let it be someone you won't approve of, someone the past me wouldn't approve of, and someone society wouldn't approve of. But at the end, I would be someone - someone with a new beginning.
That is why I say, "heed the wind's advice," and maybe - just maybe - it might lead you to a road where you shall not look back at the kenopsia of a life you used to live. And if it shall lead you to your demise, you must accept it with a calm smile on your face.
There is nothing more unsettling to a foe who awaits a calm expression, even in a catastrophic situation.
And that is why you should learn to adjust to chaos.
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SOCIAL RAPE
Mystery / Thrillerelysia tenebrith a heir of an old nobel house recits her life through her black tinted glasses, always being cynical and nihilistic.
