They rebound throughout epochs of equanimity. Mankind, hitherto soothed into the solace of easement, agonised against the titans once more. Nobody could comprehend how these titans had reverse after centuries.
THE ORIGIN: To You, in 2000 Years.
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Hey there, dear visitors. I wrote this note as a small preface before time eventually introduces us properly. I imagine you pausing here and wondering whether you should step closer or quietly turn away. You may have arrived out of curiosity or perhaps by accident. But if you're here, then these words are already bleeding in your direction.
I won't cut you off when you talk or ramble, even when it goes everywhere and makes no damn sense at first. I'd rather shut up and stay right there listening to something you probably fought yourself just to say. I know how hard it is to pull words out of your chest when they've been stuck there for so long. So take all the time your heart needs. Let your thoughts bleed all over the place if they have to. I'm not rushing you, I won't try to fix you, and I'm sure as hell I'm not walking away just because it's hard to hold together. I'll stay until your thoughts finally land, even if they crash instead of settle.
If the night drags on and your head won't shut up, I'll be there for you. I don't fade when things get heavy or when you start spiraling into places you don't like admitting to exist. I'll sit with you in that mess. I'll let it be ugly if it needs to be. I'm not afraid of your darker corners and I won't poke questions at you just to feel involved. I trust you to speak when you're ready enough, and until then, I'll stay close enough for you to feel me here. I know how easily feelings can be bruised, so I'm careful with yours. I don't make promises I won't keep. If I say I'll be there, I'll be right there. But if I can't show up, I won't leave you guessing or bleeding trust all over the floor wondering what you did wrong.
Most nights, there's music playing quietly somewhere around me. Reality Club, The Script, My Chemical Romance, Bruno Major. Songs that feel like they understand waiting, longing, and holding on a little longer than is probably reasonable. I get lost in stories too; mysteries, histories, characters who carry weight and survive it. Sherlock Holmes. Laut Bercerita. Cantik Itu Luka. I'm still searching for the next story that feels worth staying with, the kind you don't rush through because you're afraid of what comes after the last page.
If you let yourself get close to me, you'll be close to someone who doesn't assume you'll stay, but quietly hopes you will. I may not offer certainty, but I offer sincerity. And if you decide to step closer, I'll meet you with honesty, patience, and a genuine desire to be someone you don't have to brace yourself around. If you're here, and you're still reading, perhaps that already means something. And perhaps.... we can see where it leads together. :]
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The Collapse Of Revetment.
Shattered the whole sagacity of salvation, flamboyant fearful humankind from their districts to the secondary barricades beyond.
Soldier’s Availability.
Amidst The Mayhem.
Whilst the thousands fled, the adolescent youth absorpt paralyzed—forceful to witness as his mother was devoured by a titan, its grotesque smile engraved inside his chronicle forevermore. Impuissant, he guarantee hereafter he’d arise and requite.