The blissful "pursuit of magic," as eloquently described by Frieren, evokes a forgotten remnant of a comfortable past long gone. Yet, it feels deeply familiar, as if the elf might once have been a formidable friend. Perhaps one day, I will be blessed with the privilege of our paths crossing on the journey to the resting place of souls. If not, “then it will be Frieren’s job to carry our memories into the future”.
anyways.. "I would like a spell that'll let me sleep soundly." ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
There's something really good here. But I can't appreciate it. All these faces...they don't move, not one inch. If there's a smile, it's a smirk. If they are sad, they look out into the distance. It just ticks me off