There are no more saviors, only shadows dancing in the mist
There are no more saviors, only shadows dancing in the mist,
The rivers of memory no longer flow gently, but disappear into the abyss.
Myths that soothed the mundane have faded, leaving only silence,
Only waiting remains, an echo that never ends.
The voice repeats like a refrain of lost time,
The short breath hides between two silences.
The world does not end with divine revelations or dreams,
But with stumbling steps, absurd replies, and wanderings.
In this vast void, a new, fragile ethic is born,
To endure the empty time, to laugh in the face of cold ruins.
To speak even when words are lost in echoes,
To move forward, even if every step brings you down.
“Try again, fail again, but fail better,”
Is the minimum dignity in a world of shadows and dreams.
The only heroism left to us in the face of nothingness,
Is to rise from our falls, to reinvent ourselves from the ashes.
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Dan Enache
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