Karabas & VsyoPropalo
Ah, I've always found the old tales of the world’s end a curious blend of warning and comfort—perhaps you’d agree, or not?
Sure, because nothing says comfort like a prophecy that the world will end tomorrow. At least we'll have a great story to tell.
Yes, it’s a tale that reminds us we’ve always looked ahead, not just forward but also back—so the story itself becomes a kind of comfort, a bridge between the old and the coming day.
Nice, because what better comfort than the promise that the future is just a re‑roll of the past. When the end comes, we’ll just flip back to chapter one and call it nostalgia.
I hear the chuckle, and you’re right—history does repeat, but it also writes itself anew. Even in the last chapter, a new voice can still whisper its own truth.
New voice, sure—just make sure it’s loud enough to drown out the silence that follows.