Without even realizing it, the final dawn felt exceedingly nea | Daegu.

Without even realizing it, the final dawn felt exceedingly nearby. Lethargic eyes were shown, literature breathes from the lungs that remain alive, soldiers prepare to draw their swords, and saints prepare to play precious melodies in every echelon of heaven—all occurrences that fate has clearly written in remembrance of the sages. The enchantment of time on Earth is far too complicated and difficult to comprehend, which heightens the bitterness of recollections in the mind. Frustration arises from the loop of life that never stops in the mind. Where there is a beginning, there must be an ending in any universe of life. As long as fate is written, old pages that will soon start to overflow get ready to make space for newer pages without anyone realizing it.