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- For a long time, I lived without thinking, accepting things as they are. That's the order. Everyone lives like that. Some are crushed by stones, some die of hunger, some are born crippled, spending every day in agony. That's life. It's a convenient point of view to preserve what's left of one's sanity. I can only blame myself for being blind for so long. These books of the scribes... There's a lot of interesting things in them. Sometimes I have a dream - about strange creatures with leathery wings. About obsidian and fiery rivers, about the screams of the tortured. It's both similar to our wonderful little town and not - as if an impenetrable mask is stretched over it, invisible to outsiders. But the soul feels it all, - he looks with disgust at this cave that gnaws at his insides. - I often thought it was a prison. Now I understand that it's an abyss. The so-called hell, where sinners go after death - according to human beliefs. And you are devils, and your only task is to torment their souls in the most sophisticated ways. With plague and deformities. With mental illnesses. With lack of freedom. With all sorts of devilry, - this sentence is spat out in the direction of the black demon, recorded two minutes earlier, the next one is involuntarily uttered with a bitter half-smile. - With false hopes. Day after day, every day, masking it with false naivety and poisonous speeches. Centuries of endless life make you want to tickle your imagination, don't they? That maniac, Ivilai knows his name, who escaped from you and settled in the plague-ridden tunnels, forming a gang of human scum and wanting to bring everyone to their knees - he deserves an axe, but now I can understand why he became like that. I don't know what I personally did in my past life, what sins I committed - I don't remember them. But if that infamous "god" from her cross exists, I would be ready to believe in him right now. But I know that this is just another layer of deception, - gritting his teeth, he spits on the floor for the first time in his life. - He will never look here.