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Aether's shadow

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‘A world filled with aether, with deadly beasts lurking around.’ ‘Waiting for a single mistake to feast on your flesh.’ Crossed out. ‘In a world consumed by strife.’ ‘Where the seven elements fight for supremacy.’ Crossed out. It's closer, but still not the right start. ‘I'm a twenty-four year old office worker.’ ‘Walked into the wrong alley.’ Crossed out. Now, it's too far in the past. And I'm not sure I should mention my first life. Why does it have to be a memoir, it would be much easier to write an autobiography. Oh, and by the way. “Why didn't anyone ask my opinion about whether I wanted to write at all?” Silence huh. What else did I expect when I asked a question to an empty room. I think I'm beginning to lose my mind. The fact that I've lasted fourteen years is already an achievement. Immediately comes to mind the first moment when I opened my eyes in this new world. Die, to open my eyes and see magic happen. How happy I was. How foolish I was. And what's the point of writing anything if it never sees the light. I doubt that I'll ever see the sun again. Although, judging by the creaking sound of the multi-ton steel door opening, I still could be wrong. Several months later. ‘One night that changed everything.’ Crossed out. Too pretentious. Perhaps I should just start by describing what happened.
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