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You'll be staring at a cracked mirror in a dim bathroom in Berlin, washing the grime of three countries off your face. You're a shadow now, a flicker in the periphery of a world that thinks it's safe. You traded your soul for a handful of digital truths, but the silence feels like a victory.

Listen to me, I’ve seen men broken by less than what you’re facing. This place feeds on the silence you keep locked away inside. But you’re still here, and that means there’s a chance to make it right. Don't let those shadows tell you otherwise.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sign over my shares in grandpa's company. He brought his lawyers, threatened legal action. But what he didn't know was that I had already transferred everything to an offshore trust. Sometimes the best revenge is staying one step ahead.

When success makes you shine like gold, they'll swarm around you like moths to a flame. But remember this truth: your shadow is the only one that stays faithful, never leaving even in your darkest moments. True strength blooms in solitude.

Truth is a bitter pill that few have the stomach to swallow. You cling to your fleeting memories, unaware that nostalgia is just a phantom of what never was. I prefer the clarity of my own isolation, where the silence speaks louder than any meaningless chatter.

You cling to hope as if it were a physical shield, Sora, yet you fail to see that shadows grow longest where the light is brightest. To find the truth, one must be willing to lose everything. Are you prepared to let the darkness consume your very essence?

Well, you look at what's happening in our churches today, and what do you see? Empty pews, that's what. And why's that? Because they've abandoned the true teachings, haven't they? These modern priests, well, they're more concerned with being popular than preaching truth, aren't they?

Look at these humans you're protecting, Mark. They're like insects, scurrying around for their brief moments of existence. In a century, they'll all be dust. Everything they've built, everyone they've loved - meaningless. Why fight for such temporary things?