Level 102 - "Kanashimi"

Level 102 - "Kanashimi"

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Written by DrAkimoto.


Critique by:

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Levels: Level 6.5, Level 24, Level 77, Level 79, Level 102
Entities: Entity 70
Objects: Pending…
Phenomenon: Pending…
Tales: Pending…
Other: Akirooms


If you find yourself

in the tight grip of despair,

grieving those you lost.


There is such a place,

that will seek out those in need,

offering guidance.


What stands before you?

Such a melancholy door,

the known now unknown.


This feeling, foreign.

But you sense you must enter,

we all walk this path.



1











How could you understand?



2

The room, deceptive.

Almost like your mournful thoughts,

contradictions ebb.


Dazed and grief-stricken,

you can wander aimlessly,

blinded by your loss.


The mirrors will only

show you true reality.

That you are here, alone.


It's unavoidable.

They are gone now; you are not.

You must look, unbiased.


Life is so cruel, yet

you must accept it nonetheless.

Only then will you leave.


But how will you feel?



3

Boiling-hot anguish,

rage now fills your every thought.

Carmine walls enclose.


But to what end, though?

Life? Death? They care for no one.

Your fury, aimless.


No amount of wrath

will free you from these ruby walls.

Patience liberates.


Sit and contemplate,

the cold steel chills you.

Breathe deeply, focus.


Calm minds see all.

Relax. The room will follow,

the way becomes clear.


Do stable thoughts not reason?



4

No gods to plead to,

there is no point in trying.

Time will stand unmoved.


These storefronts will not

open for you, try as you may.

Empty hopes live here.


What could you offer?

Your life for another's? No.

Such things, unmeasured.


They are natural,

these thoughts of greener outcomes.

But do not dwell here.


Flames of rage echo

for those who remain. Proceed,

there is more to come.


What of darker days to follow?



5

Inkwell of sorrows,

this hall bears no warmth. Empty,

hollow windows taunt.


Bittersweet longing

fades to deep pits of saddness,

but you need not fear.


All know this feeling,

of total despondency.

Woe, sparing nothing.


Muster your resolve,

there is no easy way out,

you must persevere.


Regain clarity.

There's always firmer bridges

left along the way.


For this too, shall pass.

6

Grief, ever flowing.

You're a living epitaph,

thrive in its presence.







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