Prologue
In the world full of agony
the only thing you can do is to hold yourself altogether
Searching the depth of your creation's aspiration
Where will you stand?
Looking back to all the years you spent living
Are you really alive or you just in the flow relying on the waves of uncertainty?
Dispirited was really part of everyone's destiny?
Or it was an illustrative emotion to express the vagueness of one's essence...
Reactive was a cruel core of the mind?
Or a place of your own imagination...
Some people keep on foretelling us that all thoughts and emotions you create is valid.
But how about the things that you don't really want to be part of your mind?
Does a human mind can handle every irrational sense that we are creating?
Like this one, the very one that I'm having on this moment of time.
I'm parched to express all the juice that I want to extract in my own mind...
Is it an illusion that I was able to create, or it was one of the very depths of one's thought?
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The Silencers of Four Triplicities
Science FictionAlice always thought her life was as ordinary as vanilla ice cream-smooth, predictable, and uncomplicated. A student at Lunaria University, she coasted through courses she didn't care about, drifting aimlessly from day to day. But everything changed...
