"This is a fools game" "There is no light at the other side" "Stop now"
"Look at the blood on these walls" "Hear the screams embedded in the cracks"
"There is no light"
As you push on, you see that each brick is a testament.
You see that each brick bears witness to the folly, ignorance, and cruelty of man.
Each brick speaks of some act of violence or corruption.
Each brick speaks of some terrible act, perpetrated on someone by someone else.
Each brick speaks of some terrible crime, committed in the name of something.
Some give religious reasons.
Others give political ones.
And then there's revenge, and jealousy, and even, security.
And there's money, and land, and power, and, of course, hate.
In the cracks, you begin to notice shadows.
Shadows that house the screams that are embedded in the cracks.
When you look closer, you realize that the shadows are really ghosts.
Ghosts of those who have gone before you.
"Look at the blood on these walls" "Hear the screams embedded in the cracks"
"There is no light"
As you push on, you see that each brick is a testament.
Each brick speaks of some act of violence or corruption.
Each brick speaks of some terrible act, perpetrated on someone by someone else.
Each brick speaks of some terrible crime, committed in the name of something.
Some give religious reasons.
Others give political ones.
And then there's revenge, and jealousy, and even, security.
And there's money, and land, and power, and, of course, hate.
In the cracks, you begin to notice shadows.
Shadows that house the screams that are embedded in the cracks.
When you look closer, you realize that the shadows are really ghosts.
Ghosts of those who have gone before you.
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