So you've had the nightmares and the memories and the fever dreams for eons upon eons, have you? You've felt half-mad with the grief because everywhere you look the world is mocking your dead loved ones and has been for centuries? You've forgotten what it's like not to have the cries of the dead haunting your sleep after the first few millennia? Forgotten your mother's face, your brother's voice, your lover's smile, only to see broken and shattered pieces of them everywhere you go?
You can *never* fathom what I've been through, Dunya. Do not try.
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You can *never* fathom what I've been through, Dunya. Do not try.