They said we had liberty, but we did not. We fought for liberty, but despite our struggles, it deserted us. Throughout the years we thought it was ours, but in truth, we lost it years ago. Times are changing.
The artist stood back, the veiw too large for him to see from as close as he had been. It had inspired him since he was a child; it was his life ambition to paint it. He was about to accomplish his lifetime goal, and svored the feeling of it.
The smallest of the blade shops was the most impressive thing he’d ever seen. There were blades littering the walls, each one more magnificent than the last. The cyclops turned and grinned. I bet you’ve never imagined one being could make thesse by himself.