The magic was never in them—it was in the way your love painted them in colors no one else could see.

When you realize that person who you thought was so unique is actually just normal, what made them look special was the love you gave them.

İnsan sonunda istediği yere vardığında, yolda başına gelenleri unuturmuş.

Soytarının yaktığı mum evini aydınlatmaz, yakar.

The world is filled with beautiful and kind people. If you cant find one, be one.

He came into the world without ever being invited. Happiness, that luxury of others, was denied to him before his first step. He grew up in silence, among shadows and demands, shaped by a world that never offered him tenderness. Over time he learned not to expect anything, not love, not comfort. Seriousness wasn't a trait; it was his nature. And when everything collapsed around him, only the sword remained. Cold, loyal, relentless.

Fighting was the only moment when he felt something close to happiness. Not because he liked pain or blood, but because there, in the chaos of battle, the emptiness inside him seemed to quiet down.