My child,
You were born in the mountains and snow forests, and the stone castle trapped you like a maze.
You grew up on Golden Cape Beach, where the iron chains on the bay made the water look like a false mirror.
You were born in a desert oasis, and the chants and gems fell so hard that you couldn't move.
But my children, you are the strongest.
You will see through all the shackles, attack all the terrible scams, and face all the cruel realities.
May you finally find peace, happiness, and freedom.
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12Th century
A fake Templar born a slave
A young vampire who lost his mother
a venetian jewish painter
The three of them followed the route of Te → Jun → Ye
The story of finding freedom.
Concept: What is freedom?
