2021-08-19 08:31:27
A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of laughter more terrible than any sadness-a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Wolf, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility.
Tanah itu sendiri adalah kehancuran, penuh dengan kegelapan, penuh dengan gerakan. Berlari dengan serigala berarti berlari dalam bayang-bayang, sinar gelap kehidupan, kelangsungan hidup, dan naluri. Sebuah keganasan yang sekaligus bangga dan kesepian, robekan, melolong, lapar dan haus. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say @OFCWARGOS are here.
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