Ignorance is when everything looks possible,candidate to truth, knowledge, on the other hand, is what makes the distinction,or rather, the selection.

For the sake of example, let’s take some kindof problem, any problem. In the case of complete ignorance, the possibilities that the answer can take are endless, infinite, ‘Rain is a natural occurrence, why is rain? Perhaps it’s because someone is crying from above, perhaps someone is bathing from above, perhaps both those possibilities…’ infinite. The more knowledge about the problem, the narrower the garden of possibilities is, I saythen ’Rain is always seen in correlation with grey or dark clouds, perhaps the clouds are the one producing rain…’.

I know nothing, I can hardly make the selection of the numerous answers my mind can think of, and reasoning and thinking won’t fill everything.

Exact knowledge. This must be it. This is what I seek. Knowledge that makes me distinguish truth from lies as I distinguish black from white, because if there anything that I hate more than death itself, it’s ignorance. Yes, that’ll explain all.

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But I always wonder, back on that ship with Issi, why did I do what I did? what did I seek by exposing her? what clumsy excuse is the legend? I already knew what she was going to say! did I truly believe I was going to die? yes, I know the fear of death very well. Then, why?

It’s because that is nature, my person, I wanted, as a way to evade the torment that the fear of death exerted upon me,to feel that I was in control, to shove that fear and that weakness down and to replace it by some triumph, of any kind.

Yes, indeed. That seems very plausible.

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Even before that, I killed… countless, women,children, men…

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WHY DO I HAVE TO CRY!! I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO! IF I DIDN’T, I WAS THE ONE TO DIE!! I KILLED FOR MY OWN SURVIVAL!! I DECIDED MY FATE MYSELF!! IT’S THIS WORLD’S FAULT!!

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I am angry at the world that gave some talent while did not to others, more specifically me.

My life means I have to suffer, for I am talentless, weak, valueless in this society, like a pawn, I am nobody, I am thus just unable to find happiness, for I am unaccepted, more to that, my countless failed tries to stand out only made it worse, anger turned into frustration and depression, so, just living my life, just being who I am, meant that I had to suffer.

I had to suffer.

I had to suffer.

I had to suffer.

I had to suffer.

I had to suffer.

I had to.

But this is a matter that only I have to deal with. This is what it means to be me. To either accept this life of constant guilt and suffering or to end it is my own choice, MY OWN!!!!

If anyone dare to decide that for me, I’ll end them, should it even mean the impossible, hah! what the impossible to me if I am standing in the purgatory! the bridge between life or death, after all?!

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… Well damn, the records are no more here…

Hello, the name’s Leden, I am aware of your presence, you, dear reader…

Who am I? think of me as a historian that brings to you the story the world I belong to, or the dimension, or the time line, whatchamacallit! I ain’t one of’em science boys!

But dear reader, I am aware of you! I cannot perceive you or see you, but I am very much honored that there is a possibility by which you recognized this world of mine by my own efforts, after all, we are too different beings.

What you’ve been presented with is the history of this world of mine, or at least some of it, there’s still much in pocket to tell, what you read is just some of the writings of Periergeia Anthrozel, and Wvi Tweem, these writings are, to a historian, a treasure, a treasure I tell you!!!

This part of history is what’s known as the ‘Known words’… this is what we now have got as knowledge of our past.

So, did you enjoy it? Only a great mind would!

Let’s not drift away now, in my world, Periergeia and Wvi are in all actuality people that existed and shaped my world my dear reader, the fun and excitement that I experienced once I made the sweet, sweet decision to discover this part of human history, I want to know that you to experienced it too!!

So, what do you think of these people? These protagonists if I may?

I’ll tell you what I think…

I find Periergeia Anthrozel a very talented man, he is loved by the world, good looks and smarts…yet, that’s all there is to the world’s love for him, he had a very torturous past, and it taught him valuable lessons, to depend on himself, to act at acting times, and, to take another life if it threatened his own… that left him too hypocritical a man for his own good, he now finds it easy, even gets pleasure, to dominate and humiliate him whom he finds as his enemy, yet he continually lies to himself as he finds himself guilty in the suffering of others caused by his actions, and to cope with it, he keeps saying to himself that he only does what he does because of surviving, blaming the world and everyone around him, that, true it might even be, still remains a pretext…every man and women if “normal”, have the command, “fit into and please society.” Imbedded into them, in their very, very instincts, and so that’s why we feel shame, guilt, anger, pride, sadness, and whole lot of emotions within’ us, and they may get mixed to make for feelings even more complex… Our man Peri here is just lying to himself, “Survival is my purpose, society is just a tool.” he says that a lot as in to convince himself, but alas, the human is much more complex to summarize in only one purpose…

As for Wvi Tweem, our second protagonist, I find him despicable, not gonna lie, why? because he deemed himself too weak, too weak to survive, he abandoned all sense of individuality and consciousness, and sold himself to the strong and gifted, asin this case Periergeia, in order to ensure his survival, he does not think for his own, he lets Periergeia do that for him, and now because of that, Periergeia is his god, utterly pathetic… but, he’s a child, if he lives, the times will make sure that he learns the truth…

But now I ask myself, where are Kisrus Yenking and Oz Od Stegmum? What are their fates? Damnit!! What will happen next?!!

Well, reader, count on me to bring you this story all done and complete, hard work as it is, I must be thanked!

I promise you that the credit of clearing the darkness in our history will be mine! I’ll get those lost pages! 

And so, Au revoir I say onto you!! Till we meet again!!!