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long
tale
Dear Frederick.
This is madness. This is folly. Every single waking moment I spend in this building, I dwelve deeper and deeper into the throes of realization and denial. The blessings that binds these people, the hopeless blindness they aim at it, all of it is so absurd, so non-sensical, that I no longer feel alive.
Equally, I no longer feel certain of my path.
Is this the right way forward ? Are we really to be crowned heroes ? I ask myself that, then to mind comes the years and years that we all suffered from their hands. That, unwillingly, they wilted crops, salted lands, and drained lakes and forests of their fish and game. And then I remember that they too, did not want that, and that they too, are just trying to live, just as we are.
That they did not ask for this power.
I feel uncertain. I am scared to put a foot in front of the other and to continue walking, but I know I have to, for already the point of no-return has been passed. Whether I want to or not, everything is in motion. An unstoppable motion that will continue until the day I dies; until the day this place comes crashing down into the sea.
We all hurt.
With uncertainty and confusion, William.