Beyond the Paper Gate

Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials— a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come. Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past, etching secrets into the walls where you once stood. More debts rise to start anew, in lands where shadows whisper and command— money prowls with hungry eyes, blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries. Unyielding, deaf to every plea, power wielded against you, and the cycle of debt tightens its grip again. Gossip spreads as swift as the air, flows like endless water down the river, striking like bullets wherever you go— in a place where money speaks louder than hearts. You wonder how long you’ll linger in this dungeon of fire, a blaze of endless crises, where the fiercest foe is your own— your fellow in race, your fellow from your land, pulling you deeper into the burning pit. They spin their tales and cast their nets, until shadows creep and claim your debts— stealing your work, your name, your light, leaving silence to swallow the night. With whispered daggers and cold decree, they push you out, set your spirit free— to wander where lost souls stray, away from warmth, into gray. But you walk away—not because they want you to— you leave to guard your inner self, to shield your good spirit from their evil deeds. You walk away without a single penny, carrying only faith and courage, to keep living, to grow stronger, to redeem yourself from their cruelty— simple cruelty done in their own way. And with faith as your compass, you step beyond the flames— toward a dawn only courage can claim.