"The wind and snow in Klunde never melts all year round"
"Only you are the spring that blooms in my desolate heart."
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People who claim to be noble wear flawless snow-white and luxurious robes embroidered with holy symbols with mithril threads, and move slowly beside the altar in an exaggerated and dramatic manner.
He held a sacred vessel inlaid with countless treasures high in his hand, and recited long and obscure ancient sacred texts full of outdated metaphors.
The sound echoed in the huge empty altar space, with a pretentious and sacred exaggeration.
Boring, absurd, disgusting
I can almost see through their sacred disguise the squirming, rotting, festering, greedy souls that are never satisfied with power and wealth.
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The cry from afar no longer requires a "salvation" from above - that will only bring about an insurmountable gap, a "savior" that reminds of "insufficiency" and "humbleness".
The white holy robe will eventually be stained with mud, and only then can we hear clearly the accusations and declarations of pain, struggle, humility and longing from countless bottom lives.
"We don't need to be saved, but an intersection of equals."
The Saint from Another World (You) × The Emperor with a City in His Heart, Lu Chen
This article is dedicated to Mr. Lu
2025.06.27
Motto: A single spark can start a prairie fire
