Werner Wilhelm Schuch - Der reitende Tod über dem Schlachtfeld
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Werner Wilhelm Schuch - Der reitende Tod über dem Schlachtfeld
Der müde Tod (Fritz Lang, 1921)
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Vanitas Still Life (details). By Edwaert Collier, 1662
They say that witchers don’t feel anything… but I’ve felt something for a few people, and they are all dead. Why? People are monsters. Why am I supposed to defend them? Foul race. It’s not always like this, Geralt. There are good and bad people. You usually meet the evil ones on your path. It’s the path of fighting… violence and aggression. You were forced to walk it. But there is more… love , friendship, poetry. They are like pearls, diamonds, they are rare and thus so valuable. If someone is close to you, then it’s worth it to live. What more can I say? I’m not worth much, but friendship doesn’t have any price. It’s disinterested.
The Ruins of Holyrood Chapel, 1824. By Louis Daguerre (French, 1787-1851)
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