“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”
Micheal Winfal
It was just another boring and dreary day for Micheal there were no longer any thing that provoked his interest in the slightest every trainer he encounter crumble beneath his ferocious onslaught of attacks. Could no one provide a challenge to him any more had he reached a level that only he occupied. The mere thought of it sent Micheal into another wave of depression. To be the only one on top was truly the loneliest place to be. Better to be weak and have others to train with to suffer with instead of being alone on top with no one to even make it fun or even interesting.
He let out a sigh there was nothing left his journey had reached the peak of its progress now all he could do was wait wait and see if any one could reach him a top his pedestal. Even as he thought about this predicament he felt a change in the air.
“The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.”
He let out a sigh there was nothing left his journey had reached the peak of its progress now all he could do was wait wait and see if any one could reach him a top his pedestal. Even as he thought about this predicament he felt a change in the air.
“The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.”
