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In the zenith of his existence, Deimos watched the hustle of his celestial city, forever marked by memories of human cruelty. On the horizon, sounds of battles echoed from every possible corner, long silenced. The echo of a grim sacrificial tradition permeated the space where innocence and forgetfulness walked. As the Arena embraced the flickering dawn, his eyes relentlessly gazed at the Covenant—one that governed the smoke of cigars and slipped along the fine line between triumph and defeat. Since the united NATO ventured into Afghanistan, sacrifices became a theme for global discourse. No matter how much the deaths of those who laid down their lives for this convoluted game attempted to linger, Deimos felt that the pain always left a mark in their sky. Thoughts of this perpetually haunted him as he peered into the sacred circumstances. <em>"We must show respect for those who have perished,"</em> said one of the four renowned warriors sitting on the Golden Throne. <em>"Do you not remember the words of the Hyperboloid? They did not surrender their lives for phantoms of ideals. They felt trapped in their time!"</em> <em>"Can we not stop and listen? Hm. People around the world are suffering while our battles persist..."</em> drawled Geralt of Rivia, wearing his usual indifferent demeanor. The passersby, who once considered this topic banal, found themselves witnesses to an unraveling. Deimos felt the atmosphere of sharp confrontation arise as a new question emerged—why complement losses on the battlefield? <em>"The problem lies not in the reverence, but in the tiny sacrifices of their honoring! Is it not true to carry the burden upon their shoulders?"</em> he pondered, reflecting on the dignity and disapproval of how presidents define the goals of sacrifice. An urgent news broke as their thoughts coalesced. <a href='https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cj0nd8z1z59o?at_medium=RSS&amp;at_campaign=rss'>Second known Olympian, Ryan Wedding, arrested after years on the run;</a> his sticker on the tides passed them. They recalled a long-forgotten world of sports when he chose the path of crime over a verbal race. The arena filled with whispers of reporters trying to maintain the flock. Then, reminding them of the confusion of a turbulent day, <a href='https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c3edde1pwx8o?at_medium=RSS&amp;at_campaign=rss'>negotiations between Ukraine and Russia;</a> once again liberated themselves from the burden of pain. A cold action was felt. Yet, relief comes when power chooses to have the density of compromises. Geralt suddenly stood, showcasing all lurking monsters, the occult on the borders of recklessness. <em>"Losing everyone on other fronts can find you revenge—wherever they may go..."</em> he remarked, gazing backward, where a heavy tragedy of uncertainty resided. They knew that the conflict participants could stumble into the real brutalities of everyday life. The mud and blood, as one Portuguese soldier said, would remain in the history of humanity. And in the formed Celestial Lands, the origin echoed again. At the same time, across the realms, a hidden crisis broke out as discontented voices finally began to scream about their residency in off-road territory. A fugitive from one of the protests in Iran harbored her pain in her consciousness: <a href='https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c9dvvzzpwylo?at_medium=RSS&amp;at_campaign=rss'>scenes of chaos turned invisible, transforming into the faces of victims;</a> the entire crowd of executions called for action. Changes reflected in the carved vision of remnants. A total congregation of real monsters accompanied the power to reveal hidden desires of vengeance. <em>"My descendants know their servants will scratch the walls of loss..."</em> Geralt added to emphasize the further transformations. &em;"We suffer for peace, while friends are lost in the struggle for progress!"</em> Deimos turned, quietly concealing half light in his fingers. Meanwhile, in the space between countries, questions about natural resources in Greenland arose, displaying a pledge of discount images for a new world. The topic sharpened issues raised by the preservation of energy on the planet, hinting that humanity’s global family always seeks to bridge gaps—<a href='https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cly9230yw15o?at_medium=RSS&amp;at_campaign=rss'>convincing that true wealth is always nearby.</a> To further sharpen the situation, a glimpse most likely prompted: <a href='https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cp822g353y6o?at_medium=RSS&amp;at_campaign=rss'>after winning the court, Mandela’s daughter sold bits of his fame;</a> through attempts to auction his heritage. All of this bordered on an adequate moment of review, a dialogue between the warring nations. Life called for a reflection of feelings to the clear cosmos, believing somewhere beyond lurked evils waiting for their well-deserved destruction... Because sacrifices always remain present in the movement of eternity. Sorrow beckons us to the edge of the road.