Literature
Under the feet of Arya Stark
In the outside world, the people were joyfully living. Birds were freely flying while wild animals ran in the different forests. Every single entity aforementioned was, however, unaware of a completely other world hiding in the corner of their eyes. Indeed, the world wasn’t as merciful and pleasant, contrary to what people could say. Although the reasons for such words to be uttered might vary, the main reason would be because “they didn’t live the other way around.” Such self-centered thought was a normal mechanism for the human race. While time in the outside and lively lands continued to fly like an arrow. Somewhere, in a dark and gloomy place, unknown by many and feared by even more, a single ray of sunshine appeared in the darkness-filled room. The walls were half-broken and cracks could be seen everywhere. The metal bars, still being erected despite the passage of the entropy, were like pillars going from the earth to the heavens. On the floor, an amalgamation of straw formed