Look at these walls. A brick and mortar prison holding ispiration behind its towering palisades. Darkness looming overhead, reaffirming there is no chance of escape. How long before the line between sanity and delusion is blurred to the point of obscurity? Are these walls real or has the weight of time laid each brick heavy outside the mind as we convince ourselves there is no liberation from this doleful morass? No matter how large you build your empire, always plan an escape. No matter how strong you build your kingdom, it will fall. No matter how loyal you think your army, they will turn on you. Every moment of doubt is a crack in the foundation. The ground will give way underfoot as you attempt retracing each step you took in the wrong direction. Don't look back as the dust storm chases you down. Run. Never glance at what you left behind as you rebuild. Carry on with the knowledge that it will happen again.
dm.
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