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Kami No Glass

FORGE AND GLASS: TEMPERED BY FIRE, DEFINED BY FATE"

Forge and Glass is a journey of transformation, where Alaric, a young man with untapped potential, begins his quest as a raw, unshaped soul. His journey is a crucible, much like the process of forging metal in fire—burning away impurities, refining the core, and molding it into something strong, beautiful, and purposeful. The challenges Alaric faces are not just physical but spiritual, testing him to the limits of his mind, body, and soul. In a world where fire and glass hold opposing meanings—fire symbolizing strength and perseverance, glass representing fragility and truth—Alaric must learn to balance both extremes within himself. He discovers that the true alchemy of life lies in embracing the tension between strength and vulnerability. Through the trials, lessons, and betrayals he endures, he learns that his true power is found not by avoiding the cracks but by understanding and embracing them. Like a glassmaker shaping fragile material into something beautiful and resilient, Alaric’s journey becomes a process of self-discovery and deep personal growth. He faces hardships that shatter his perception of the world, only to rebuild himself with a clearer, wiser understanding of who he is and what he is capable of. His story is an invitation for readers to reflect on their own paths—how we are all shaped by the challenges we face, how moments of fragility can reveal our greatest strengths, and how the process of self-transformation is often a painful but necessary step towards achieving our fullest potential. Forge and Glass is more than just a story of overcoming trials—it’s a profound exploration of the human spirit. It asks: What happens when we embrace our imperfections? What becomes possible when we stop hiding our brokenness and instead let it reveal our deepest wisdom? This book will inspire anyone who has ever faced adversity, found themselves shattered, and risen from the ashes stronger and more self-aware.
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No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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