Lyrical Essay (No Sleep Yet Again)
Imagine this. A world where a kingdom stands as a massive, dreadful beast approaches its vicinity. Thousands of knights swarm around the castle like ants, assembling in neat rows as the cataclysmic terror neared. They brandish their weapons, swords clashing in unison for the glory of their nation, only to meet their inevitable demise. Discordant wails of the peasants rang through the air as the ground thundered periodically. Losing hope as the children sobbed on their parents’ sleeves, suddenly, the man of everyone’s dreams arrives. Yes, the introduction of “Hero A”, fully kitted in armor and wielding a glowing, golden sword. The people of the kingdom gaze at him in awe as he dashes towards the catastrophe, determined to save his people. After a grueling deathmatch, “Hero A” has risen triumphant not without grievous wounds. However, such injuries are invisible: not only was he able to protect his people, but also establish himself as a saint of the kingdom without flaw, yet brave “Hero...