There was no hope of survival, anymore. I felt abandoned and betrayed. I never imagined such a terrible death and I was so conscious that it was happening now.
βThe art of creation is about giving away a part of yourself, not taking pride in the process. Creation, once it leaves our hands, becomes independent in itself and you can no longer control it. You see, you cannot just free any source of power out there without giving it the ability to auto-control itself with a heart and a mind of its ownβ.
Nys'ema, oh, he was beautiful as a god and innocent as a child.
