The Vortexless death
Chaos reveals the false
The chaotic is the false
The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality
The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone
The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm
The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly
Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king
So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line
Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history?
Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant
Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”?
The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall
The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead?
Who out there dares sing the epic of love?
Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd?
We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch
We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk?
The starving see crumbs and call them true love
The rich look at poverty and call it truth
Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness
Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched?
I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves
Could it be—they are simply lazy?
Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds
How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus?
I arrive—my wings melt away
I look—the sky scorches my eyes
I speak—the wind steals my words
I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become
I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow
I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe
O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me
O one who touched the horizon, show me
The song that rises from this age
I dance among thousands of dancers
The first time I danced, I was shy
Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed
But how dare my life fall too often?
For my clothes were never made to last
Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass
The dreamer climbs high into the clouds
The fool tumbles into the fish pond
The slave sees golden light upon the throne
The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree
The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest
The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places
The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand
The indifferent sees only calloused palms
Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it
Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn
Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty
Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief
“That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption.
He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead:
‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world
Lust loses the feeling of love
Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will
Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself
Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse
Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth
Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’”
Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it
War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed
Bullet wounds born of rage
Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven
Rage incinerates the original heart
Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure
Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall
Envy topples the king.
The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.
