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 * Hollow are they, who seek nothing but truth.

Hollow are those who do not have feelings.

Hollow am I, for I am both.

And hollow are you, for feeling lone.

Those who mourn the threads of silk cannot imagine the loss of connection.

Those rooted up in all they are cannot sympathize with the ones who show nothing at all.

They who use their minds and will to fantasize their dreams will stay locked.

Out of all, the one who fights cannot make a difference no matter what he does.

But they all have one thing in common.

They run. They hide. They dash away from the thing in which people would describe verbosely.

Even the mightiest fall to it.

As fear is a strong motivator: making anyone continue their existence but live in guilt and shame, whereas those who are hollow flail aimlessly.

And what better fear than an unseen one, one unidentified?

Crows cry and bells toll to whom the corpses curse to.

Twisted paths and obstructed views; there is no true escape from the winding escalation of sorrow and mortality that is...

Life.