The Prophecy of the Karmic Reckoning Hearken to the turning of the great wheel, for an age of weeping descends upon the realm. Behold: the joyous shall be stripped of their mirth, their laughter turning to ash and bitter tides. The sorrowful shall find no sanctuary, for their current grief is but a whisper of the laments to come. Even the slumbering and the oblivious shall be violently awakened by the sound of their own inescapable anguish. The pendulum of fate swings with cruel mockery. Today, you revel in the sunlight while others break in the shadows; tomorrow, they shall feast upon the sight of your ruin. It is an endless, spiraling exchange of misery, a cruel dance of shifting fortunes where no soul is spared. Know this truth: it is the Great Balance exacting its toll. It is the inescapable law of Retribution -Karma visiting the weeping and the laughing alike. The cosmic scales demand their due, and the currency of this realm is tears. Heed this final forewarning: What you endure now is merely the prologue. The ultimate cataclysm, the darkest of days, approaches rapidly upon the horizon. May THE TRUE SOULS be protected!

Do you know the food in the pictures? It’s my childhood tastes. Is there anyone who has the same taste as me?