Anbreene Mungroo

“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep!
Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Sweets to the sweet, farewell! I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”
― William Shakespeare

“Dear friend,

You once told me of a dream
Where you were wondering through boundless fields
Towards an obelisk carved with names of the dead

A woman with cold blue eyes was following you
You knew her because she had dogged your every footstep
"Why?" You asked her
"Was it because you were meant to end up alone?"
"Was it because she wanted you, a witcher who needed no one, to finally be afraid?"
You told her the truth
you'd always been afraid
Until now
Because she's taken everything from you,
Which means she's also taken the fear
You and I, we now know what it means to need, to love, to lose it all.
Neutrality be damned
We are no longer afraid.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski