старая графонистая скриншотота и поток сознания на английскомЯ это когда-то уже выкладывала, но сейчас на нексусе нашла офигенный текстик своего авторства под скриншотом

I can't deny that I was curious when we approached the most sacred relic of human religion. It seemed a bit ironic that me, the Dalish, was meant to uncover the Urn. We believe in Creators, and I will never turn my back on this faith, but journey in big world has shown me another points of view. And I've learned to see that each religion has it's own right to exist. But I don't think I will ever understand and accept.
The air was cold and so clear. I could see steam going from my mouth as I exhaled. Silence in the hall was almost unnatural and right in front of me in golden urn rested remains of a prophetess. Maybe I should have been in awe or rapture, but I was thinking of the woman who lived long ago. I couldn't make myself see some Maker's messenger in her...
And the only thing I felt was sorrow.

@темы: Мои мыслишки, Скриншоты, Dragon Age, Игры