”I walk inside of a dense fog, an opaque yet gradient whiteness faded and not. There is nothing to be seen except for that which cannot be unseen. I am inside of this haze of sorts, infinite clouds of everlasting blindness.
Here I dwell, looking for a way out. Knowing that most get lost and never come out, I somehow have kept my faith intact to certainty.
For 8 years have I been walking inside of this mist, wondering how I got here in the first place. So much chaos inside of this mist. Many battles along the way. So many surprises. Life and death, like a dance, simplified by the strike of a sword- -followed by silence.
Words of an ancient book I found outside of the mist comes to mind as of late: ”Persevere like a diamond.”
In the mist one sees nothing but himself and is surrounded by a cloak of faded white. One will not see an enemy until they’re right in front of ‘m. Sometimes the great many of them. The ones who are not prepared, die. I fight and I hope that I will not.
My faith is secure, I shall prevail. I resist evil and fight, whence I find myself alone again, walking in the opaque mist that surrounds and blinds me to a foot. In such condition, I thread a step at a time, hoping it soon to end. Alas, the more I walk, the more it lasts.
Every bit of comfort is welcome in this a place, where one can see but naught. Sometimes it dissipates enough to see a next place to go to. In dire times, when my death of starvation or else was certain; it did. I would always mend and get ready to walk inside of the mist again, toward… …the unknown.
To the test of endurance. To where the fittest survive, where the weakest and unprepared are crushed. To be ready to fight dozens at a time, under the worst conditions is but a necessity inside of the mist.
I Write this, with my eyes wide open, Hopeful and with an ancient book that reads: ”Perseverance, like a flawless diamond; shines very bright, must be generated under extreme pressure, is very rare, and is extremely strong. this is the one and last quality necessary to withstand a mist.”
These words encourage me to keep on moving. No great person was feeble. Nor will I be. I must persevere.”
”The mist” by Lion Danny 20:30, Thursday February 13th of 2025.
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