Time is the greatest magic.
The past is the truth buried beneath the dust.
The present is a wound, healing and scabbing over after sorrow.
The future is a gorgeous poison spread over the scab, dressing up the beautiful surface and hiding the ugliness and horror beneath.
To the Dark Lord,
I offer my most heartfelt blessings.
I offer my most genuine hypocrisy.
I offer the most ridiculous play.
But...
finally,
I will wait for you.
PS: A short story dedicated to the Dark Lord.
PPS: A collection of short stories, updated irregularly.
PPPS: The cover was lovingly made by [Image Studio] OpticalCenter. My heartfelt thanks to them.
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