Differences

This shows you the differences between two versions of the page.

--- readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:v [2025/09/18 19:56] – created anadmin
+++ readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:v [2025/10/29 20:54] (current) – [5-4] anadmin
@@ Line 1: / Line 1: @@
 ====== V. That Burnt-Out Sun ======
+----
 ==== 5-1 ====
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-1.png?200|The man who looks like an angel who had been on fire prepares to strike an attack.}}
+A gust of wind will one day sweep past,\\
+Wiping away all the man's tracks.
+Nearly every footprint,\\
+Was stamped <color #993333>full of the fury</color> that filled him.
+That humble youth,\\
+Faded away with the flames into yesterday.
+<color #993333>The first ray of light to pierce the long night</color>,\\
+Was brought by the burning man.
+<color #993333>But the body that bore the weight of the world</color>,\\
+Was forged by the fires of wrath.
 ----
 ==== 5-2 ====
+<color #993333>Rage</color> is a crafty emotion,\\
+It changes its face,\\
+Concealing itself within the man's life.
+His friend fought blood-soaked battles,\\
+So their people would need fight no longer.
+But every victory in battle h gained,\\
+Left him neither satisfied nor proud,\\
+Only with the indifference of emptiness.
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-2.png?200|The young man looking like a quasi-angel, with one half in the light and the other in the dark.}}
+<color #993333>//"You must be careful.//\\
+//Duty does not drive you to wield you blade, but hate."//</color>[(Spoken by Anaxa.)]
+His teacher kindly reminded him thus,
+<color #993333>//"And behind that hatred,//
+//You seem to... desire the destruction of the self."//</color>
 ----
 ==== 5-3 ====
+But what about his <color #993333>joy</color>?\\
+Was that too merely a phony disguise?\\
+He who once laughed amidst the crowd,\\
+Day after day, as though it were second nature?
+No. Even though he knew not the meaning of "love,"\\
+That happy past was not a lie someone wove.
+But now,\\
+Even those memories have melted into fury...\\
+His hatred is such,\\
+That he cannot hold onto what he cherishes,\\
+Though all is precious to him.
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-3.png?200|A quasi-angel looking man wields a sword.}}
+Fueled with lone courage,\\
+He attempted to resist fate,\\
+But the burning sun that shines upon all creatures,\\
+Once fallen,\\
+Will incinerate the land, becoming golden death.
 ----
 ==== 5-4 ====
+But what of his <color #993333>sorrow</color>?\\
+Indeed, the man could shed no tears.
+But at the moment the cycle manifested,\\
+When all that was familiar was now remote,\\
+The world collapsed, becoming empty in an instant.
+But the stabbing pain in the man's heart,\\
+Was it but the residual warmth of his wraths?
+The truth no longer important,\\
+The man simply took another step forward.\\
+He wasn't willing to believe it, but was willing to acknowledge it.
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-4.png?200|Two men, a young man in white and silver and a cloaked man in black, fight beneath a starless sky.}}
+<color #993333>//"There is no need to question your heart, no need to crave victory.//\\
+//If I am born to be a vessel of sin..."//</color>
+<color #993333>//"Then I shall roar at evil,//\\
+//And together with it, burn!"//</color>
 ----
 ==== 5-5 ====
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5a.png?200|Close up of a young silver-haired man, with the top of his head cropped off.}}
+In the endless cycles,\\
+There were some moments,\\
+When the man felt everything dissolve like a dream.
+In that dream,\\
+He would awaken again,\\
+And become once more the boy who loved to laugh.
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5b.png?200|A close-up of a cloaked and masked man in all black.}}
+But were he to open his eyes,\\
+The fury would cast a shadow—
+He saw the creators choke his throat,\\
+Gurgling and gasping.\\
+And in the boundless dream,\\
+He mistook them for his own jest.
+{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5c.png?200|Close-up image of the man who became a quasi-angel.}}
+But their true forms,\\
+Were violent hatred,\\
+Towards the creators, towards himself—\\
+A roaring inferno.
+The prophecy departed, Amphoreus was unable to usher in the dawn.\\
+What rises in the distance is not the morning sun...
+But a ball of all-devouring fire,\\
+Setting the universe in conflagration, searing till the end of time.