It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》
I took my hatred and plot for revenge with me down the mire, to the depths of the abyss, and returned as a ghost of the past. I want to plant the seeds of the rotten truth, nourish their deadly thorns with fresh blood so that they grow and pierce through this civilization built on lies.
I reached the bottom of the abyss…only to find a shining star.
