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First and for
“Remember foremost the beginning of the path, when shallow breaths and a singular, static moment heralded your pursuit of freedom. These became your cherished map, long cast aside at the threshold of the Sanctum and forsaken for the knowledge of what it truly is. Always clutch to your chest your Dream and your Will, for one of these things shall become your salvation, though it is not written which. Holy hands and profane n
In my death.... there was a life that mattered.
Breath… it comes easily for the living. Yes, at times it is a struggle, yet given time and effort, eventually breath comes to fill the lungs. In the course of the current of life it ushers forth in one's blood to replenish what had been lost. It is not of conscious thought that the living breathe, but of reflex, an instinctual
"Do be careful Sir!" she cried
But I really would like to reach out to my fellow WoW-crafters or anyone else in this RP community regarding my services!
The silence of Feralas brought no comfort to Maercia, the inhabitants of it had long since gone to rest their head or perhaps they knew something wasn’t right. Each step brought her closer to her
It's easier this way. Forming meaningful connections just made it more difficult to deal with loss should they perish within this unforgiving world, which is why it has become common to see Maercia
