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Hotel Mysteria 005 – Alone
She told me that she felt alone. And I could feel that what she was telling me was true.
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Hotel Mysteria 004 – A Nameless Painting
I told him how much I had spent on the painting and that I wanted to keep it close, but he pleaded that we keep it in their storage.
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Hotel Mysteria 003 – The Smile of Reflections
He knew I was not happy to do this, and last night that unhappiness truly haunted me.
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Back Home
There was no way to win out there. Either suffer the comfort, or make others suffer for the sake of your own light.
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Treasures Upon the Ship
‘Dreams’ I think we used to call them. Artifacts? Centuries have crawled past since their last use. Mementos? Small reminders of the champions I could have become. Garbage? A collection of many things I no longer put to use. Treasure. Bits and pieces from the times I truly felt valuable. Now, the time has come…
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Poor Hearts of Gold
And she was all for making it last as long as it could. Not a silly thing at all, but an entirely silly notion all the same.
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Plagues of Pretence
Mind you, expensive materials and tools make cheap art all the time. Monetary value is not what we speak of here. No.
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Lost. In the silence I…. Who knows… No matter what the fanatics whisper, it’s still just me who sits in the cold. Look at all the fires a knight ignites. Look at the light the lost finally have to better their path. This is duty, after all. And the strong do their duty. … Silence…
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