A poem about equality

Random philosphical things I'll post here in Icelandic. Have fun, non-Icelandic people! Mwahahahahahaha!

The Akazian government and mafia cause unimaginable misery and death, a group of people banded together to fight them.

This also contains very dark and dreadful content, not for the faint of heart.

What is real? What is not? Are you real? Am I? What is existence?

Well, don't worry, because I'm not answering any of those questions, I'm just asking more questions.

Love.

Quattro storie, quattro protagonisti, alla ricerca dell'estremo, dove nessun altro è mai stato prima.

Parte 1: asse y• -∞ • +∞

Parte 2: asse z• Espansione • Degenerazione

CW:Talassofobia, claustrofobia, body horror

Four little stories, four protagonists seeking the extreme, where no one else has gone before.

Part 1: y-axis• -∞ • +∞

Part 2: z-axis• Expansion • Degeneration

CW:Thalassophobia, claustrophobia, light body horror

An unknown entity is placed in a traffic light to observe the daily life of humanity.

Thoughts like a mm … Actually i don’t know what’s it like yet but i know it’s something more important thing for life.

right OK to me thoughts like a nuisance.because the reason is most of the time i’am overthinking about everything. really i don’t know why is it that, my thoughts like a competition. yeah.. yes i always overthinking about everything i see (ah shit what the fuck ?).

(mind is a prison) man. (don’t you understand that )

At this moment some thoughts comes to my head. it’s says about Buddha what say about mind. Always think about positive thoughts.

howeverevery time i’m tying to do that, sorry to say but i can’t do that, don’t know why is it. Anyway READERS just imagination about me. i mean how i feel about this situation ( just think about it ).

it’s makes me very uncomfortable and every time i overthink ed it’s a very strange feelings of fear. it’s like getting fear around me.

THOUGHTS ARE DANGEROUS.

YOU SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO CONTROL THOUGHTS CAREFULLY or otherwise you end up as i’am. because it’s doesn't stop suddenly. really i don’t know how to stop that. but i’m still tying to find the way escape from this.

overthinking, is that a problem ? Yes Of Course i think it’s a big problem.

because, the point of this message is more important then what you think.

when you got a overthinking problem you can’t Focus on one thing at a present situation or at a present time. and specially sometimes you can’t control your thoughts.

most of the time in my life i feel like i stuck in one place and every day around me same things the people, the work, the environment and also me. it’s like everyday life like a circle.

IF YOUR MIND IS BETTER, LIFE IS GREAT — AVISHA RASMINDA

every time i think about this life. to me it’s sad.

Anyway let’s get to the point, my thoughts my feelings like nuisance to me.

THOUGHTS IS A MESS.

Actually the purpose of this message is , i want to share my thoughts to people how i feel about this.it’s so much ahh like i don’t know hold on i think there’s have good side of it. i mean about this. OK anyway sometimes it’s scary me.

When i see my life and thoughts in half of thoughts are sad and bad, half of it’s good. ( i thinks so )

Howsoever i’m really appreciate you.

It has been ten years of peace for the Union since the end of the great war with the eastern barbarian tribes, yet in the cold north of the Union's land, a new threat is looming. This time, an ambitious Lord is seeking to restore the yore pride of his kin, forcing the weakened Union into yet another unwanted war, as he ramps up the ranks of his army with thieves, murderers and mercenaries.* * *The temperature inside the forge was nearly twice as high as the one outside. A black-haired girl hammered a steel ingot into the shape of a blade. The heat of the steam was draining her stamina away, but her focus remained sharp as her sweat streamed down her face. Hit after hit, for hours, the sound of the hammering steel followed the rhythm of her breathing. Exhausted, she placed the blade into the water and wiped the sweat off her face using a drenched rag.

Why are they screaming?

Vatra dipped the rag back in the water, twisted it, and approached the window. Her mouth opened as her world shattered again into the living nightmare she had wilfully tried to forget. She bit her lips; it wasn’t a dream. The pulse of her heart rose. A cold sweat prickled her back. A mother was running, and a child was screaming. A torrent of smoke was emerging from the roof of her neighbour. Vatra’s eyes blinked. The mother lay on the ground, a spear through her back. A torch circled in the air and landed on the roof of her workshop. In the distance, a man wearing a banner well known to the world…

Fateless is a philosophical medieval dark low fantasy centered on war, militaristic campaigns and geopolitical conflicts between multiple empires. This story follows the fate of Vatra, a former slave from the eastern Nar Empire who was raised in a culture far away from her own, forced into warfare against her will, and the fate of Lanaya, an ambitious half-angel exiled from her home whose existence is seen as heresy. As they wished for peace, both chose a path opposed to one another until their fate crossed. In this story where war dictates the law, love strikes them as a poisoned balm to which they grasp for with all their might, as it is in the darkest of times that the smallest flames may burn the brightest.

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Tome 1 already completed and available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.ca/Fateless-Silver-Hugo-Emmanuel-Simard-Wallot/dp/B09LGSH1KK

Starting at chapter 21, releases will be bi weekly for a while.

A story that begins and ends with dancing in the rain.

This is the first of many chapters I have stored in my mindflesh. I hope it terrifies and teaches you. As always, please enjoy yourself. All feedback is always welcome.

-S.T