ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ - ʜɪʀᴏᴋɪ ᴍᴏʀɪꜱʜɪᴛᴀ, ʀᴇɴᴋᴀ
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You can call me Rei (preferred) or Rey.
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«"Conflict is not always black and white.
But once the dust has settled, the victors get to decide who was right and who was wrong.
What is good and what is bad.
Human nature drives us to violence and extreme depravity, which are justified by divine inspiration and
the promise of a paradise yet to come.
Horror is born of despair and blind faith.
This world will test your faith, taking you to a place where going mad is the only sensible thing to do."»

Lost in Thoughts All Alone

Swaying and being swayed
One's thoughts flow like bubbles
Down the river stream
Those hands will open up the path to tomorrow

Reaching out to the light
The incorruptible silver sword
Will slash in order to wake
Those slumbering hopes
Bringing peace to the world

A soft light scatters from the crystal
Vanquishing the dark like a sunrise

One's thoughts

Swaying and being swayed
One's thoughts flow like bubbles
Down the river stream
Those hands will open up the path to tomorrow

On a path to darkness
The empty white throne
One will deceive them all
By spinning a false tale

The blackened sun will slowly begin to fall
Vanquishing the light like the twilight

One's thoughts

No matter which path is chosen, surely they
Will lead to grief, smiles, regrets and dreams, surely
There will be wandering roses in those hesitant futures
That will engrave themselves into them, surely

They will sink into the ravine
The wandering heart will drift about

Wishing
A childish wish

That the corpses of those
Descendants bound by blood
Reflect upon the chaotic water's surface in the end
So that someone is aware of my thoughts

Swaying and being swayed
One's thoughts flow like bubbles
Down the river stream
Those hands will open up the path to tomorrow
Being swayed and swaying

In this dream, painted as if it were the real world
the twin blades from their memory rise,
familiar faces flickering,
as they sever the lies and illusions.

As the time of parting approaches,
an aquamarine fills with a gentle light.
In this daybreak that never ends,
I think of you, all alone.