A Long Long Way

A new era bearing many marks of another time, caught in an endless spiral of war.

They once belonged to an unfortunate soul, but perhaps they will grant you better luck.

Those who claim the pen is mightier than the sword rarely seem to live by their words.

Shrouded in shadows and fog.

Hollow brass tubes stack into mountains beyond counting.

Inside the briefcase lies irrefutable evidence that peace is possible.

The bullet spares neither the kind nor the cruel; all are caught in the same tragic fate.

Both life and death are equally insignificant.

Whispers of movement lost beneath the clamor of calamity.

Sounds both gentle and harsh—the whispering wind and rustling grass.

No one can make sense of why this war drags on.

Legends say those stone statues come to life at night.

Could any treasure on earth possibly fill the void our losses have left?

So long, hungry rats!

They remembered an ancient verse, with whose meaning is lost to history.

Even now, her tears remain.

If only this war had never begun ...

History will remember this day.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

This marks the beginning of another tragedy.

Practical results often hold more weight than following orders.

Past the borders of bloodshed, boundaries, and concepts of purity and corruption.

Coffee, pastries, family, memories of simpler times, and an ominous chain.

A tiny fraction of those names.