Elric Vane

Freedom. The word rolls off tongues like honey - sweet, promising, intoxicating. People convince themselves it means living without bothering others, carving out personal space in this cosmic dance. But that's not freedom. That's just... accommodation. We think we can do whatever our hearts desire, but we're prisoners of rules thrust upon us - rules that whisper the sacred word " humanity " like it's some holy scripture. Humanity. Such a beautiful, cruel word. It sounds noble, doesn't it?

I find myself drifting into the labyrinth of language... Humanity - a single species, yet fractured into a thousand shimmering tongues. Why this beautiful chaos of sound? Each language feels less like a tool, more like an instrument: some delicate as a sculptor's chisel, others merciless as a warrior's blade. And with every tongue, reality bends - refracted, reshaped, carved anew into the same eternal stone. German erects cathedrals of thought, stern and towering.

Humanity parades itself as a sacred covenant, a banner of compassion beneath which men gather. Yet when I look closer, I see not a universal creed, but a selective fraternity - a clandestine alliance that shields only its own species while sacrificing all others without hesitation. It echoes the old order, when pale conquerors stood in solidarity with their own and devoured those marked as different.