The Abandoned Ones of the City
Once, I comprehended the Dao for sixty years; once, I was obliterated in an instant; once, I questioned love for a thousand years. In loneliness, the cycle repeats—Dao, love, memories—all crumbling and vanishing in a fleeting moment.
Prologue
In the pitch-black night, sorrow pierces the heart, leaving it overwhelmed. The tangle of thoughts within me knows no way to be unraveled, no solution to be found. My inner sighs are choked with sobs.
A thousand years ago, in this city of unmatched opulence and clamor, wanderings were surrounded by bloody air, evoking restlessness. Once, I detested bloodshed, but now, after experiencing the darkness of the world, I see all injustices—reason and morality mean nothing here. Only the rule stands: those who defy shall die, rebels shall be punished, and eternal destruction awaits.
For sixty years, I understood the Dao; for a thousand years, I sought love. Through countless cycles of reincarnation, Dao, love, and fate crumbled in an instant, transforming me into a demon. My thousand-year-old Daoist heart was devoured by merciless solitude. My once-clear eyes now reflect indifference, my hands that could not distinguish right from wrong leave brutality in their wake. I have forgotten grudges and revenge.
Now, walking through this ancient city, which has endured a thousand years of transformation, the bustling streets contrast with my slow steps. With every breath, I recall a thousand years of killings. Today, this ancient city has returned to its ordinary state, and I, after a thousand years, yearn for simplicity, weary of the endless disputes and slaughters.
In the sorrowful night, whose knocks awaken this heart, silent for a thousand years? Who stirs this heart filled with murderous intent? Must the tranquility of a thousand years be shattered tonight, awakening my past absurdities?
Perhaps another thousand years will pass in cycles, but who can alter this filthy, blood-soaked present?
I am like an abandoned soul in this city.
Written with a friend, merely out of boredom!
(By Residual Moon)
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