Our story is only a story.
As human beings, we are all driven forward by something.
Desire, dreams, or the ambition that takes root once we gain power.
A peace built atop countless corpses.
Can it really be called human civilization?
At times like this, we all find ourselves asking the same question: What is a human being?
A creature capable of creating beauty, or a machine that destroys the world?
I don’t know. When I stood against everyone as an invader, taking away their freedom,
would people remember that I used a power capable of destroying the world to bring a hundred years of lasting peace?
Or would they forget everything I did and resume their pointless slaughter of one another?
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Come on my dear author.