As the wind whispered through the desolate landscape, Otto Apocalypse stood atop a crumbling precipice, his gaze piercing the horizon with a mixture of determination and resignation. The weight of centuries bore down on him, the burdens.
With a heavy sigh, Otto's voice echoed into the vast emptiness surrounding him, carrying the weight of his convictions and the despair of his endless struggle. "When you truly want to change the world," he began, his words tinged with bitterness, "you will discover how pitiable your strength is."
His eyes, twin emeralds reflecting the turmoil within his soul, scanned the chaotic landscape below. "The world is in chaos," he continued, his voice rising with fervor. "It is neither fair, nor sensible. It wrongs heroes and is rife with ugliness...without a trace of beauty."
Otto's demeanor softened, his gaze shifting to the distant horizon as if grappling with the harsh reality before him. With a melancholic tone, he muttered, "Too much of the past for one to memorize... Too many words remained for one to read through the lines." Lost in contemplation, Otto began to recite a haunting verse, his voice carrying the weight of countless lifetimes lived and lost. With each word, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of his lamentation mingling with the whispers of the wind.