Hope is a big word.
Imagine it as a torch lit in a misty world, it's not about calls or loud screams you throw to be heard, but it's about recognizing the flare, even though trees and mist stand in between.
Shadows dwell, cutting through the swamps and you, legends say they tear mankind down into the swamps, but through them you can still see the flare, you can move, walk, even run, they can't hurt you as long as you see the flare, in the faraway distance away from the swamps.
Creatures come to the aid of the shadows, but you learned your lesson: you never turn your eyes away from the flare; lit in the distance away from the beasts. Just keep moving even if it was a mere crawl, heat from the flare will lift you to beat the beasts; especially that annoying reddish clawed fiend.
You reach the flare. You find her there in the cabin. God opened the road for her to light hope for you, maybe she was the flare, you don't know, but you sleep anyways. The shadows and the beasts can't make it out of the woods anyways; she can also rest and turn off the beacon of hope; that light was only there for you to cope, with a miserable ring where man and shadow have always fought.
-Atlas
Imagine it as a torch lit in a misty world, it's not about calls or loud screams you throw to be heard, but it's about recognizing the flare, even though trees and mist stand in between.
Shadows dwell, cutting through the swamps and you, legends say they tear mankind down into the swamps, but through them you can still see the flare, you can move, walk, even run, they can't hurt you as long as you see the flare, in the faraway distance away from the swamps.
Creatures come to the aid of the shadows, but you learned your lesson: you never turn your eyes away from the flare; lit in the distance away from the beasts. Just keep moving even if it was a mere crawl, heat from the flare will lift you to beat the beasts; especially that annoying reddish clawed fiend.
You reach the flare. You find her there in the cabin. God opened the road for her to light hope for you, maybe she was the flare, you don't know, but you sleep anyways. The shadows and the beasts can't make it out of the woods anyways; she can also rest and turn off the beacon of hope; that light was only there for you to cope, with a miserable ring where man and shadow have always fought.
-Atlas
