The darkest three years after the return of the Dark Lord, deducing another possibility.
Lies, pressure, guilt, despair, unforgivable people, struggling in the dark wilderness.
Is it really just atonement?
Wandering in the gap between black and white, willingly? Contradictory and extremely painful, I walked on - the sun in my heart had set, and there was a patch of starlight in front of me. I was willing to abandon the sun for that little bit of confusion, because the flaming enthusiasm would burn me.
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I am lazy and this is my first time writing. Please forgive me.