A/N

Short and pointless, but way of clarification, I may as well say that this simply reflects the negative effects of sealing alchemy. Just popped into my head really.

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Irrelevance

I am history

I gaze forever, set in the cold confines of a statue,

My only warmth the faeces of pigeons.

An ancient park, a school of knowledge, a fine museum…

History was once here. Now these places are as empty as

The soul.

History whispers from the cemeteries, from those who

Died in the Alchemy Wars. No-one will hear them though,

What with the 'glory' of this age of peace.

I am history…

…and therefore nothing.