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 ====== V. That Burnt-Out Sun ======
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+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.
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+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>
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+{{ :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.