The Manuscripts Of 1800: Dowager Empress Shū

It must be fate that lead me there. That native feeling of detached intimation, ever-swirling and ever-saturating within the self. It is so cold, sharply cold, and yet comforting. It anxiously lead me even though I was blind and powerless. In that distant times, I thought that I must be foolish to hope in such visions. That all those senses are folly, and that death awaits me because of those mad ideas. But, who am I kidding? Even struggles are futile for my binds will only hold me tighter if I try to even lift a finger against that wildness. I resigned myself to that lingering folly then. My last bastion and consolation inside my troubled soul. Oh, how even in my wildest dreams - surely I tell you -, that instead of death, I behold a glimmer of hope - terrible hope at the time -, and gained a new path. A now ending path, that I want to reminisced with you.