Chapter Fifty Three: All the Monsters We Create

No. Not all monsters are under our bed. Not all are hiding in the darkness, waiting from the four corners, patiently planning. Not all are ready to attack with fierceness. Not all are ugly or horrifyingly configured. Not everything is seen in one place, the lair of the monsters does not often exists. These monsters are everywhere, and every child, or even some adults, needs to know that.

It is the monsters that we create in our heads that which matters. They come in all shapes and sizes, and it bothers us at some point. Fear is like a virus in the body. It swiftly enters our hearts from our heads, and it corrupts everything that is there, disheartening most of us and leaves us scared to do things which matters. It makes of us cowards. Cowardice has been a major disease in the renaissance.

This is such a very dangerous thing to experience, as bravery is a prized characteristic in the Literary Committee. All of us must do things with courage, for it is better to die fighting than running away from what makes humanity, human.

All of that preoccupies our heads, and it is perfectly normal to experience vision of these monsters. These visions are very different from the creatures, and a lot of these have been canonized by the See of Dunster, as seen in the writings from the wall.

Within these walls are codified monsters that the Deacon of Dunster has clarified about the Massachu. The Tower has long been a book about these strange powers that it holds, but such narrative is a perilous one to truly behold. The brave literature that adorned the tower tells a relative tale of the Massachu that is unthinkable. The writings are unbearable, and the pictures are very dangerous.

Indeed, the folklores were terribly told.

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