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Tragedy of Wanderer:
“And suddenly, there was no destination, for there was no more any objective left, stranded aloof in that dark silent pathway, there was only memory of a spark that once lightened up all those paths and led them to that dream. Alas! It was same spark that burnt it all down, and so intense. For smoke painted and filled those pathways and darkened the skies, turned them all into a dark abyss, where he could do nothing but pour that darkness into own eyes and make himself blind and look through it, for it showed him his own hollow self being buried, beneath none other than his own shadows. He must have deserved it.”
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“And suddenly, there was no destination, for there was no more any objective left, stranded aloof in that dark silent pathway, there was only memory of a spark that once lightened up all those paths and led them to that dream. Alas! It was same spark that burnt it all down, and so intense. For smoke painted and filled those pathways and darkened the skies, turned them all into a dark abyss, where he could do nothing but pour that darkness into own eyes and make himself blind and look through it, for it showed him his own hollow self being buried, beneath none other than his own shadows. He must have deserved it.”
~ Praveen Parasar
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