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This false identity is built. From sand, from dust, like smoke. When false, what was built is discarded. Something was born that was always holy. And there was no holiness at birth. It was what should always be.

crackle, bonfire, in my ringing name!

On your face.

Take care of time, hours are running out, days are fading away like cigarette smoke... the years flash by like a bad movie, and one day your daughters look like the movie stars you never liked.

That's it, soon - hell, but when already ?!

and my eternal sign is a trace of fire.

*Eldians turn into giants*

Throws good things into the world and does not look to anyone.

Here today and tomorrow there...

Everything goes with him.

I would never love you.

When life, after the accumulation of successes and defeats, brings peace and tranquility to a person, we can conclude that you are happy; but if wariness, anxiety in the heart, anxiety about how to expose the enemy, who, no doubt, is waiting for you, lurking around the corner, become commonplace and guide you every minute, this is a sign that happiness has melted like smoke, and it cannot be returned, it is lost forever.

Thirst for truth, a premonition of it, a relentless search for words, an eternal thirst for truth. Dreaming by the fireplace, looking at the white marble slab. Words emerge from its matte depth, fill with blackness, take shape, approach. The book has fallen; what, flames, smoke, flashes of sparks - or soaring, a marble slab tilts, minarets float below, distant seas, you drown in the azure sky, you see the twinkling of stars - is it true? Well, are you closer to her now?