“نحن جبابره الأرض، من روَّضَ وحوشَها، لنا الصُّروح والأهرام، وحارس يقظ يرى أفق الشمال وأقصى الجنوب، بلادنا جبالٌ من رمال الذهبِ القاني، نخدم الألهة في الظلام، نقتل الثعابين في الجحور، نذوب في الظلال الخفية للحقيقة. نحن الحماة، حماة الهوية، وحماة الحقيقة. نحن “الميدجاي”.
The lighting was dim, while there was an incomprehensible smile appearing on his face, always looking ahead, and the sounds of the blaring music gave the scene another taste.
He paid no attention to the sound of lightning outside, and the storm that was prevailing that night.
He no longer felt anything, and despite the intense cold, there were tiny drops of sweat on his forehead, along with an incomprehensible smile on his face that made anyone who saw him think he had gone crazy.
Whether I’m the killer or the killed, it doesn’t matter.
Everyone dies eventually, so I decided to watch them die before they see me die.
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