We are still searching for meaning in this empty mental space. I don't understand the reason for this... maybe we. You are still making mysterious noises. +: You are still too young for this concept... From the day you master it, this past will have a different meaning for you... If you achieve it when haven't lived yet,... in the iron fist of time. You will be shattered. I was still thinking about them and... maybe my time will end one day... i should be ready for those days Until I woke up, I was stuck in this forest and thicket of my mind. We write on the stone next to me: Any fool can be happy. A smart person is the one who looks for the reason I can't say I love it... but... I'm not unhappy with being here either... nothing is certain, but I can say with full confidence that... I will die here. When I woke up, the light had not yet reached the windows, so I got up and looked outside... The lights that are still on... as if there is still news there... I picked up my pen and started taking notes again... The last line: You pick up what you sat down to watch. I can't hide my reluctance to do things, I was very disinterested.. It was no longer attractive to me. Once upon a time, I was a little cheerful, a little smiling, a little cocky, a little red-faced.... Once upon a time, I was... me. One day you will realize that whatever you are looking for on the other side of the terrible wall is afraid... I put down my brush and went to the exit door... I was listening to the sounds. Nothing could be heard except the quiet sound of the wind. It's as if someone used the silence and blinded the light with a big piece of stone. I opened the door and entered the hallway. empty of anyone else's light... Hehe, then they call me lazy... even that girl... let her think that all eyes are on her until the time... push her to the bottom... but I... hehe... so much time have passed since this flowers died. It was still night... this night the moonlight and the moon came out of a dream and this time I was again at the bottom of that valley of confusion. All the doors were closed and no sound was coming from them, so it was time to use my solitude.. I reached the stairs and looked out the window... it was beautiful... I don't think anyone will pay more attention to it... I went down the stairs one by one and reached the outside.. The grass under my feet felt soft and cool with the breeze. When I went further, I sat on the stone hole that was the center of this illusion of the forest... I absorbed the sounds The sounds of silence The sun and the warmth of its light had not arrived yet.. but the sound of nature's welcome dance for him made me hope for his arrival. The feeling of this space is as if the wind has stopped and I am the one passing by. Yes... I will pass To write this story, I need all these components... each and every one of them I won't lose myself to this mirage... even if you ask me to do this, father... all of this passed away when I looked at his building... it was like a pearl in a shell... don't worry I was exactly where I fought yesterday... that girl... her specialness... and the fact that I still haven't found the answer to why... it's bothering me. I am drowning in these thoughts and feelings... this work that my mind is doing to me because of it hurts me... but... these awakenings.. night till dawn... it was not the only thing. I have to get the answer to this question.. I won't get anything from the Master... I don't have proper access to my father either.. I have to find a way around them to get the answer to my question.. No one is going to do anything for me except myself. ... Hey young god? But with black heart and stone veins.. You should not be afraid of this darkness.. you will reach the light... you will reach the light... who says this? I mourned and became a cult of myself and my essence... The dance of the wind was ending... I felt the warmth of the light on my skin... I heard the sound of a leaf crushing under the pressure, and in a moment when the breeze had not yet passed, I stood up and stared at the sound... nothing. There was nothing there. This mental rebellion is driving me crazy... in the middle of the storm along with the rest of the boatmen who had to die in these storms... in the middle of which the mountain of Aramsham was set on fire. I think it's time to go to my room so that no one sees me here... The less I show myself, the less attention I get. And I have to pay attention to that girl.. more than before... much more