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everyone matters.
every single soul.
i matter.
you matter.
and your friend maggie matters.
and my neighbour kyle, they matter too.
and that asian boy i see kicking a stone out of his way across the street, he matters too.
because if anyone gets harmed or hurt in any way, i will stand for them - because i have the obligation and order, as a citizen of this world, to protect everyone at the same time, and to stand for everyone around me, no matter the nationality or ethnicity.
and if anyone in my presence gets seriously hurt by a dark-skinned person, i shall not protect that person saying that they, actually, are fighting for their rights for being dark-skinned. no matter what kinds of protests are going out there.
any kind of physical or moral harassment is blind to ethnicities.
a crime is a crime.
and i will never elevate one ethnicity over another, because it isn't how it works.
The three soon come to realize, questing is going to be hard. Chapter 9 is finally here!
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six of crows au where no one is eloquent
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Prospects Document #1
Scenario #2, Prompt: The world waits for the right time to rest.
Silence will never be.
Silence never has been, is not, and never will be.
The world exists, and so does everything else in it, and with it.
It existed when time did, when the light did, when the dark did, when the end did.
The world waits patiently for the right time to rest.
At the start of time—at the start of the world—it was noisy. So much beings, so much creatures, who could have made them be?
In the sky, in the water, in the ground, in the cold, in the heat, in the world. In the world, existed everything.
And so much more.
The sky was white, the water was a mirror, the ground was a stage.
On legs, on tails, on hands, on feet. (Even without any of those?) Yes, even without any of those. They are alive.
Not everything, but so many things.
…there seemed to be a hierarchy of some sorts.
Some were pushed down, some were pushed up, some remained in the middle. What of it?
(But that’s not right.)
No, I’m sorry but that’s how it was made to be.
At the very top were the strange existences in the world. They took many forms, called themselves many names, and had done many things.
Soon, they learned. It got noisier when they did.
At first, they were like the rest. And then they started building. Creating. Developing. Progressing. And-
And-
And then they started harming.
Nothing harmed better than them.
Nothing progressed better than them.
Nothing developed better than them.
Nothing created better than them.
Nothing…was better than them.
Nothing.
And so the world waited.
Waited in the fire.
Waited in the ashes.
Waited in the flood.
Waited in the acid.
Waited in the plague.
Waited in the catastrophe.
Waited.
In the noise.
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