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To ■■■■ ,
In a world where there is nothing but pain,
What is it that drives us to survive?
Is it worth fighting for?
Is it worth surviving for?
Why must we push so much, even if it hurts in ways that words could never describe?
Why must we all push ourselves to our absolute limits,
Even if it hurts others?
Had someone one day decided with all their might,
That this would be the way of our very world?
…
Is it hope,
or is it naivete?
Was there really a point in asking?
Would anyone ( or anything ) ever get used to such things?
Walking past the things we once yearned to love, walking past everything we once held dear with all the strength our small hearts could muster. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to leave, if this must be the grand scheme of things in our wonderful world? Why had everyone pretended it never happened, that it must’ve not been something to worry about?
And why,
Why had nothing changed?
Truly,
Was this really the only way to survive in such a cruel world?
Was this the only way to keep running?
To run for a future that barely exists.
To run for a future that we imagined,
For a future that may never happen.
For a future that is imaginary.
What is the point?
Was there someone who knew?
I’d love to know too.
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Running and running,
Until there is nothing else to run for.
But when must we stop,
When there is no end to this life?
Do we simply keep going, or do we stop?
I don’t get it.
Where were the witches?
With what wisdom am I supposed to provide for this world,
When no one is there to even accept it?
Not even knowledge can save this pitiful world.
What will save this world?
When I am gone, when I cease to be the Fount of Knowledge.
What will be its supporting pillars when we, the emissaries of the gods,
Are gone?
What will happen when we virtues fall?
What will anyone do if calamity strikes once more?
With that knowledge, is why this Virtue of Knowledge still exists.
Without it..
What would this world be like?
What would become of Earthbread?
I don’t know.
O’ witches from afar,
Where are you to give us your wisdom?
Will you come back?
Or will you fade to black
The same way everything else had
?
Signed, The Fount of Knowledge
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Post Script :
Once upon a time,
There existed a Fount of Knowledge.
Revered by all, understood by precisely none.
How could one possibly understand?
How could someone understand something so beautifully complex,
So intertwined with mystery itself?
They didn’t.
Day, by day, night by night.
He remained the fount nonetheless.
And now,
What is there for this Fount of Knowledge to believe in?
All this time, the fount had only lived for others.
There was simply nothing else to live for.
And now,
This sad puppet had nothing left to do but watch,
Watch as he becomes what he once swore to destroy.
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