"Without anyone saying a thing, Without his name given, Like an unsolved puzzle falling into place by itself. Just by seeing that figure I understood exactly who I faced. There stood the God of Death."
Why was it that I was seeing beauty in death rather than life? Strangely, I thought he was beautiful. Disoriented, I had failed to comprehend the scene before my eyes. It was not anything like flowers, but a large amount of [death]. Had he done this alone? No matter how I tried to rouse my will to fight with hatred, more than sorrow, more than rage, the emotion that arose within me was despair. Because "my turn" was next.
"All losses in this world are due to a lack of ability. If you want to curse something, curse your own weakness."
"Unfortunately, in reality there is no situation where one can win merely by following the rules. There will be knights that break the rules, and even chess pieces that betray him."
In this world, some people born are like keys that move the world and exist having no connection to the social hierarchy established by man.
While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams.
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