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"Moira - Individual's Destiny" Drawn in toned paper and edited for highlights

***In the quest of understanding the existence of Desire A mortal once asked Fate, with great persistence As to why Fate homed Desire in the hearts of the living The mortal even wondered - How many times must they plead Fate for Something to quench their parched existence? How many times should they hope in vain for Fate to crumble and give them what they asked for? How many more times will the hearts ache and yearn while Fate stands idly by? Always siding with Unfairness, rarely with the mortals' cry.***
***However, Justice and Life spoke in Fate's stead Life elucidates that at times Fate can be kind and generous She will bring forth Something And more often than not that "Something" might take shape in the form of Someone Who shall open the mind to see That biography is more than just a name And life is more than just flesh and bones To look at life through a rose-colored spectacle - To walk on the aisle of a creed with stained-glass windows only to exchange vows, where the witnesses are the crowd\ Defying the gravity just to continuously fall To be at ease in the face of silence To be contented with just coexistence Making Forever blushed and ashamed of its role.***
***On the other hand, Justice warns Fate might bestow the mortals what they deserved She might also bring you Something That might take shape in the form of Someone Who might drive you to hold your pen only to write an epitaph dedicated to your own heart yet again To feel drown in wordless conversation after tears have been shed and soul that was torn Grasping for verses of failed metaphors Even Forever spites the vows that were made before the moon.***
***But then Fate denies Unfairness and argues - A lot of chances were given to those livings Yet those were taken for granted Never thinking that the last time might be the last They have drawn smugness cunningly Never realizing that Forever only resides in time, never in them Merely wandering the surface of the Earth - Being finite, with days that are numbered.***
***Hence, Fate entrusted the mortals to Experience And each of the passing days where mortals do not speak with Experience Nor do they learn from it They will constantly know Regret - who purposely shows them everything that was lost and gone.***

**About the drawing:** Whether we are the creators of our own destiny or not is something that I find puzzling. I'd be glad to hear your opinions about this subject. I might consider this as a sequel to my previous work - "Hurt and Phantasm".

Thanks for taking the time to read this. Have a great day!😊 - Rei