As the smoke fades, I face reality with the cold indifference of one who’s seen it all. The struggles, the dramas, the search for meaning are nothing but hollow echoes in the vastness. I am the raven, watching in silence, caught between disdain for human ideals and acceptance that all things born are destined to end.

I offer no hope, no sweet advice, only the calm weight of bare truth. Fate is relentless, and suffering, inevitable. Embrace what you cannot change, abandon illusions, and sit beside me — because in the end, we are all but dust dancing in the wind.

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