EscapeIntoOblivion

Faith Bleeds.

All were victims. Wounded by others. Wounded by themselves. And somewhere along the way… they are condemned to live within a twisted reality, where traumas etched deep into their bones becomes the very thing that defines them; their truest self.


Some remain locked inside their heads. Some, locked within the version of reality their mind forged for them: those we call the self-aware.


But no matter how far you run, you can’t look away from yourself. Because ‘who you are’ isn’t what’s real. What’s real… is what defines you. What’s real is what shaped you. What scarred you. What twisted your reflection.

Haah~ How poetically and tragically beautiful that ending was… it pierced right through. A man, desperately wiping away the madness, the visions, the patterns; scrubbing at the wall as his faith begins to bleed.

And we see the truth too, that is, even if you erase what you see… it doesn’t change your reality. It only reveals deeper, more severe layers of revelation and torment beneath.

It takes a soul to hell and back to truly accept that the reality we perceive is but a reflection shown to us through a mind that acts as a mirror. It’s a tangle. Of pain. Of suffering. Of guilt. Of the self.

So all you could do is smile. While your tears fall. While your mind plays you like a puppet. You scrub harder. Desperately. Wiping away memories, emotions, identity; your very self. But what you’re really doing.… is breaking. In slow motion. With your own hands.

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Black or White? A heart-wrenching suffering of Principles and Pain.

"I hope you won't abandon me."
“As a servant, I would’ve stayed by your side… but as your friend, I chose not to abandon you.”

*A fight till the end... where the end became their parting, only to be lost on different shores.*

Haah~ Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. What more could I say…

It aches so much to see them hold their ground, even as their hearts long to comply with one another.
Both with their own visions, their own beliefs; clashing, even when they quietly wish they could relent, meet halfway.

Nam Yeo Kang was right; because truth must outlive pain.
To erase history is to deny future generations the chance to learn from it.
To not let the past vanish-like a shattered mirror, its pieces remain, certain and unyielding.
To keep his to-be king's hands clean. To let history not remember the era’s king as someone driven by his own grief.
A righteous pursuit, not merely for his own principles, but one he carried for his majesty, Yi San, as well.
It was unbearable for him to see the king, burdened by sorrow, straying into ruin.
Even if it meant standing against him, he fought to protect him from the path he could not take back.... by standing right next to him, where dare stood nobody.

Yet, Yi San wasn’t wrong either.
He was compelled by sorrow, not cruelty.
Carrying the stigma of his father’s brutal fate, he longed to wipe it away.
Burdened inside and out.
Marked by a pain so deeply personal…
A lingering wound, exploited by political ploy.... and more than that, the anguish of his own.
To protect his reign, his lineage, and the bloodstained memory of his father.
And above all, a past that hauntingly loomed over his present.

Their battle was as agonizing as it was tragically beautiful.
Neither right. Neither wrong. Both destined to bleed for it.
Knowing well in their hearts that their opposing stances lose meaning in the face of their shared suffering.
Whether anything is right or wrong, they ultimately bear the same burden.

Wrong or right… comparison becomes meaningless once they share the same haven.
Until everything wrong becomes nothing right.
All the principles they fought for crumble into futility once everything fades into darkness.
Only lament fills the silence.

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