Desperation is the failure of triumph,
the journey of one marked by defeat,
the haunting shadow of time misused and opportunities left to decay.
Has the time for desperation slipped away, or is it always near?
Was my yearning a flaw, or a truth I couldn’t deny?
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He thought death had taken him.
Yet, he found himself breathing, in a place that wasn’t his.
He had barely finished the first volume, but what use was it without the chance to use it?
He barely knew himself or his surroundings—how could he survive in a world fated to end?
Not every tale is one of victory.
But does it truly matter?
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