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The Akashic Record Entry 1: Ascension

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What is The Akashic Record Entry 1: Ascension

WebNovel で公開されている、RecorderAkash の作者が書いた The Akashic Record Entry 1: Ascension の小説を読んでください。The Akashic Record, the record of all things, begins with the story of a man, A man on a long and arduous journey, a journey to surpass himself,To become more than what he was, to attain what he could...

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The Akashic Record, the record of all things, begins with the story of a man, A man on a long and arduous journey, a journey to surpass himself, To become more than what he was, to attain what he could be, A journey full of pain, suffering, adversity, and sacrifice. Marked with loss and regret, Slava strives forward, To reach where no one has ever reached before. Despite not always having a destination, Despite facing failure after failure, He persists and struggles, To find his purpose. I am Akash, The Keeper and Recorder. As Observer, it is my duty to document, To write this story and the world which sprouted from it. Let me show you what I have witnessed, Slava’s heart-wrenching story, The world it brought Through The Akashic Record Cover art by Rae https://www.instagram.com/cherrae.insta/ https://cherryava.artstation.com/

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