Aufsteigende Flügel is German for "Soaring Wings", a beautiful piano piece composed by Masashi Hamauzu. It is a retreat, a place for me to speak my mind, my thoughts,
and my ideas. I bid you all welcome and please, enjoy your stay while you can.
In case you're wondering, the song you hear playing in the background is called Memories, composed and performed by Kow Otani for the best PS2 game of all time, Shadow of the Colossus.
This was one of the many unused tracks from the game, so I thought I might do it justice playing this lovely track here. It may take a while to load, but please pause it and give it a good listen.
Otani makes good music (unfortunately, this is the only one I know of), and this is one of them. Enjoy!
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Icon: TCS,
Sunlitdays,
Bella.Sol
Taste the air.
feel the cold water rush to your feet.
hear the sound of danger
approaching
silently
softly
sweetly
awaken!
His eyes shot wide open at the sound of the voice. It didn't belong to anyone in particular. It was simply a voice. Yet, it warned him of something. Water. Air. Danger. Odd, how could water and air be of any danger to him? Unless perhaps, a disaster occurred. Water rushed in. The air grew heavier. And danger came into view.
Danger? What was danger to him anyway?
He had everything. Perhaps half of the world belonged to him. Yet, this pathetic little voice in him spoke of danger. And water. And the air. Honestly, nothing of the sort could happen to him. He firmly shoved that thought into his head and locked it up. Nothing bad would happen to him.
Absolutely nothing.
He was the very essence of perfection itself.
And perfection leaves no room for error.
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I decided to stop right there and then. I couldn't think of anything else to write, even when there's so much I want to write. But why? Why did it stop? Perhaps this character of mine is too perfect? Why, most characters in fictions are perfect.
Flaws are significant, but only one or two. A hero HAS to be perfect, despite their flaws. Because if they do have flaws, like us normal human beings, they wouldn't be able to save the day. And then they would die, like any other normal human being.
They'll just be ordinary.
Boring and ordinary.
Biographies shmeh, they're all fiction to me.
So yes, heroes have to be perfect. But truly, what is perfection? Is it truly to be without flaws? Without faults? Without physical disabilities? Who are we to answer to perfection when we ourselves are not the perfect beings to answer to that.
Some say perfection is beauty. Most say that perfection is to be without flaws.
I'd say perfection is to be without a mind.
It is because of the mind that we reveal our biggest flaws.
Oh, never mind. Long story short: perfection is utter boredom. There, case close.
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