Traveler: The Last of His Kind

I want to try creating one, please don't expect^⁠_⁠^

I really want to create a book, maybe someday I will be able to be good enough to publish one. Though, for now this is fine.

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Vanitas or Mordret who is he, really?

It doesn't matter as long as those light are there. It was beautiful those eyes...

There are times when his eyes once shine as bright as stars and as clear as light.

But that was long ago.

Was the things he ever done something that he could be fond of? Was wanting for the sake of others a beautiful thing that everyone should do?

If those questions were asked on him when he was who he was before, maybe the chance of sacrificing his self for others isn't as far-fetched as he thought.

But now, All he cared about is about his life, how he will escape in the inescapable line that thread on him and the Fateless fate he have.

All he care is how he will survive a day inside the asylum that others see as an opportunity.

All he knows and all he long is for someone to hold him, but now he care none at all.

Realizing the graviting he was put of. He knows better than anyone that rest is something that others see as causality of leisure. For him it was a time ticking fabric that is slowly but noticeably being ripe apart.

Vanitas or Mordret who is he really?

Is he even a human?

Or a monster that isn't supposed to be here.

There's no use in crying in things that will never change. The thing he have is to move forward, even if he knows that everything isn't about moving on or staying off.