MD... is a living, i will say "thing" in my inability to describe the beating heart under its codes and numbers.
You all know that i dwell at Clash of ages. Why would a grown 32 years old man choose to go there and stare at the scene?
When i was young here i loved to fight more than anything. Over and over and over, the battle was my passion. I remember how i
adored getting into someone stronger than me at my level. I remember how i adored surpassing them.
Then something changed. The battle lost its lure and left me wandering around the world. I remember how i adored getting
into mysteries of this place. I remember how i adored discovering their secrets. Then something changed again. More often than not
i felt compeled to return to the Clash of ages. And i did return. Full of secrets, creatures, stories, both from real people and their MD counterparts.
And here is the funny part. I forgot how to fight. I forgot even what damn burst is about. I forgot how to transfer things between me and other people.
Rituals, creatures, spells, i have no idea why or how i made them like i did. And here is even funnier part. I knew that this would happen. Thus i named
them all by dear, dear people i get to know here. Thus i poured my heart into poems i made for them. Stories written with the fire of my soul
as a bulwark against total oblivion. On my day 1, i felt, for to feel is to truly understand, what i had to do so that my journey here would not be in vain.
Why would a grown 32 years old man choose to go there and stare at the scene?
Because i feel that here, at last, is where all my memories, my stories and my journey lives on
on this last page of a maginificent book. It is here that i know that it wasnt in vain. And that it never will be.
Magic Duel of the beating heart- I salute you!