My heart aches as I pour out these words, and I quite sure that I am one of many whose soul has been shattered by this heartbreaking news. Each passing day, I eagerly awaited a response to our last sorrowful message, but instead, I was left feeling helpless and powerless. Losing someone close is an indescribable pain, and @Vitoniz30 was more than a friend to me - he was a brother that I've never had the chance to meet. I treasured him as I would my own flesh and blood, because no one else had ever shown me such profound respect, brotherhood, and dignity as he had. Above all, I held him in the highest regard for his firm honesty - a man of unbreakable fortitude who could overcome any obstacle in his path. He was a beacon of light, continuously shining with new ideas that further illuminated his unparalleled imagination and creativity. My soul mourns the loss of such a remarkable individual, and I am left with a heavy heart, wishing only that he could have stayed with us for just a little while longer.
Tears streamed down my face upon receiving this news, struck deep within my soul. Memories flood my mind, his soul was a symbol of wisdom that few had or will ever possess. Despite all the hardships that he faced here, he fought like a true soldier, always seeking peaceful solutions to the problems that others created. A man who forgives others as he did will surely be loved by God, to Whom we will all one day return. From the beginning of the war, I was there for him, but he never asked for help. I was always willing to lend a hand to help my brother, but eventually, I was met with silence and then this heartbreaking announcement. I can say that this game no longer seems the same to me. With @Vitoniz30 now in the better world, the spirit of the game has gone, and I can no longer see myself as part of it. There is no force that can compel me to look at this forum again. This only confirms how humble and generous of heart @Vitoniz30 was. He is not the only person I lost in wars, because I too was a part of one and lost parts of my family as my country was torn apart. The sadness that returns to me every year is like a cursed spell that haunts me. All the dead innocent people, children, my dearest friends... For what? Who cares about those who have lost entire families, who cares about those who have lost the only thing that kept them in this cursed world? I witnessed the horrifying sight of innocent children being shot and killed by snipers, who are unfortunately glorified by some individuals. I still have the traumas, even now as an adult.
I am overcome with sadness as I see his name on the forum changing colors, as I vividly remember his words about this very thing. Truly, I loved him like my own brother, and though I tried to tell him directly, I never did, but I know he was aware of it. I know that we both went through various, let's say, "little problems" here, but also when we talked about general life, real problems. And the war... Oh. I can't believe my brother @Vitoniz30 is gone. I am shattered inside, because he was the one who kept me in this game, with whom I literally nailed countless memories in my heart. That man was the only one in this game who messaged me when I was struggling the most in this game, a man who lifted my soul to something completely different that I didn't know. It was he who warmly welcomed me to the Order, who always helped me, a man who deserved much more empathy than he received.
Every time he confided in me about his love life or engineering endeavors, he lit a fire in my soul that burned brighter than any flame here. He was a priceless treasure beyond compare. Fate is a fickle mistress, playing her game before we are even born, as though our lives were predetermined thousands of years ago. It could be any one of us tomorrow, and the outcome would be the same. Today, I've carried a headache like a shroud all day long, having just laid a loved one to rest. Life can be so cruel, reducing people to mere automatons, ceaselessly striving for power, fame, and wealth. But hear me when I say this: be you king or pauper, every last one of us will one day end up six feet under, no matter if we were to live for a thousand years. That's the only justice in this world, where everyone ultimately gets what they deserve.
Although we never looked eye to eye, the fact that we were close to each other is enough for me. We led a good life through various interactions in this game, @Vitoniz30, my dearest brother. I still can't believe you're gone, I wish I could speak a few more words with you, hug you like a brother. But I know you're in a much better world now. I know you left this hell that thrives on planet Earth, in this cursed world. This world is completely worthless. Imagine, all these cars, universities, riches that we want (because man is ungrateful) are nothing to us, because we will all return under the ground by God's command. While we are alive and healthy, we can strive to be better people, to treat each other better, because a kind word opens iron doors. The world is temporary.
The tears in my eyes never seem to dry for all the brothers laid to rest in the cemetery. The pain of a mother who loses her son is indescribable. Our suffering is not for recognition or praise but exclusively for liberty, which no true warrior would ever give up for fortune, notoriety, or credit.
The war will end. The leaders will shake hands.
The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son.
That girl will wait for her beloved husband.
And those children will wait for their heroic father.
I don't know who sold our homeland. But I saw who paid the price.
Vitoniz, my dearest brother, rest in peace, and may we meet again on the other side. I long for the day when I can embrace you once more, with the same level of respect and affection that you have always shown me. May God make it easy for your family.
