But what do we have left, once we abandon the lie? Chaos? A gaping pit waiting to swallow us all.
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
"Aprendi a não ligar muito às promessas pois as promessas são um falar da boca para fora."