Depression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear
[Lore] A Daring Hypothesis: Philosopher's Stone ! by The-Sanctuaire, literature
Literature
[Lore] A Daring Hypothesis: Philosopher's Stone !
Welcome again ! This time, it is I, Izmia, presenting you a daring hypothesis about the Philosopher's Stone ! It regards the origin of the concept of the Stone itself ! So, let's get started, shall we ? First and foremost, the concept of the Philosopher's Stone is linked to metallurgy. Indeed, metallurgists were very preoccupied to make the purest gold possible out of the ores they extracted. As such, after many operations, they tried to remove as much impurities as possible. Most often, traces of vile metals like copper and lead, and sometimes silver. This was the roots of the gold-making power of the Philosopher's Stone. Also, for a long period of time, pure gold was considered to have curative powers and could prolong life. Speaking of... The Philosopher's Stone was also inspired by the Panacea. This was the Universal Medecine, capable of curing everything and prolong life. This quest was universal. You can also found this in the writings of ancient Chinese authors. The
Chapter Five - Pure Impurity of Impure Purity by kyufuu, literature
Literature
Chapter Five - Pure Impurity of Impure Purity
I kept walking through various halls. Where was I going? Why couldn’t I feel my body? It felt like I was in a dream. I was half expecting something weird to happen, but nothing would. I passed by so many people.. I probably passed by my sister at one point. I didn’t know where I was going, but something in my head was trying to tell me to go back now. It felt so much like a threat. But I couldn’t control my body, no matter how hard I tried. Even weirder, the lily that stayed to my head kept tingling for some reason. It hurt quite a lot. I kept walking and walking, going down a multitude of stairs. The thing in my head kept telling me to go back, else I’d face the consequences of my deeds. Why was my mind threatening me? I didn’t get it. Somehow, I felt as if I was approaching something. Every step I took now felt like a multitude of needles were forced upon my skin. It hurt as much as it sounded; though I couldn’t stop myself from walking. Nothing seemed to be forcing me to