Mirthacle.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sovereignty’s citadel rose solemn reserve, carved by mere hands betwixt centuries of reverence. arches framed glassless apertures, wooden mithered with heaviness of cobblestone. the mist acquiesced castellation forevermore, archaic evening, becoming again what they had always been. ㅤ in the hearts of those sworn to protect: REGULATIONS. 📃 a piece of paper writes the tragedy of innocent people: PRICELIST. 📃 (FLINKED CLOISTERS QUIESCENT.) “If the knight knew it, he would feel it.” asthenic miserere pursue by the mistral, ears of the innocent people. but they thought that the knight was also the same as them. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ once did this place stand as a hallowed sanctuary .. 🕯) remaineth naught. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa husk of decay: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe altar, forsaken, doth weep ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunderneath the ceaseless rain. ㅤㅤ READY-MADE-MOODBOARD. a. b. c. ㅤㅤ READY-MADE-WORDING. a. b. c. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the lords who abideth within those halls drinketh full measure of the fear of men, and do banquet richly upon the silent yoke of loyal subjugation. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ(27.07) ░ 𝑀𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻𝐴𝐶𝐿𝐸 . ׁ from the centuries of magnificent mythology to warfare, the ascending spire became a eyewitness to the ascetics in the midst of that warfare. ㅤ“knight that is fond of ease does notㅤㅤㅤ ㅤamount to a knight” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-Confucius