Does not count for much in his eyes, of course. Let us recall that this fills the observed is also, we know it since. ils jettaient sur les marques du cadavre exquis. Some conditions still need to be met for. Hence the need for constant confirmations. Matters proper to cannibals eyes eat faces. They intended to destroy the face of the Law. Transcended the old reflection of the world. Around And yet, the fleeting whispers of the past lingered, echoing through the desolate halls, a haunting question of what could have been. The once-resplendent tapestries, now frayed and worn, bore witness to the laws that had cemented rule by fear. Now, only the rusted candelabras wept silent tears, casting their shadows on the skeleton of what was once believed to be sacred. The order, savagely decimated, now stood at the precipice of obscurity, their once-daunting presence reduced to a crumbling tale told in empty, vacant rooms. But the question remained, would the next seeker heed the warning of the ruins, or might they revel in the tainted promise of power? The seeker, bedecked in ambition and cloaked in curiosity, ventured forth into the hallowed halls, their eyes ablaze with determination. The specter of the past echoed, a silent reminder of the battle waged against the old order. Shadows danced upon the crumbling stones, as if embodying the ghostly whispers of the once-powerful. Yet, amid the desolation, a spark flickered. In the heart of the seeker, a belief burned brightly. If the old order crumbled, perhaps a new era could be forged, one founded on empathy and understanding rather than fear and oppression. Thus, a new journey began, a quest for the world's rebirth in the face of the past's haunting specter. The seeker marched on, emboldened, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead and reshape a future that would stand in stark contrast to the cracked and fading tapestries bearing witness to the remains of the old order.

By Carlos del Puente