A witch
Perhaps the skill of time balance wasn't for the ordinary to muster. It takes courage, strength, speed and mental agility.
Even though, humanity seems to be growing in values, there seems to be dearth of real skills. They become focused with comfort and luxury, even though rewards reap on the side of hard work. They award little efforts. But perhaps they should pay attention to what should be "little" for them, is proportional to their bar of potential
But what am I to know? I am just a witch
A witch that processes time rather differently than humans. Today's world is full of technology, I wonder how much they would have depended on magic?
And would they at all? If it was ever revealed that magic...Magic in the truest sense...was in their mind?
Envision this, young readers
A world made of catastrophe. But where each element, each storm, Breathes
Perhaps this is not what the minds of the demofog could unravel.
After all, it is rather foggy in your mind, isn't it? At this moment? Reading it?
For decades the demofog has chosen different forms to encroach the minds of humanity. And truly, what a wonderful paradoxical ending isn't it?
You wrote your ending, your own demise? While you styled the pen and it's ink as the demofog whispered in your mind
Ah such naive creatures, humans are
Truly!
But what can I say?
I am, afterall
A witch, deemed self unworthy
Now Now little child!
don't hasten away,
the universe still has some rules
it gotta play
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