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Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
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A blistering stroke of sun rays awakened my tender eyelids. My innocuous soul exasperated at the obnoxious yelling at the door ajar. Dragging me to the corridors, where I look askance, the sinful world appeared before me with its comrade-in-arms.
Hmm, that's an interesting paragraph to start with there, I have to say its a little unclear as to what exactly its trying to go for. It seems like its being a bit too abstract there with the descriptions being used to the point that in such a short piece here, it doesn't quite seem to make sense. You can sense a general feel that something is potentially about to go wrong, but its just a little too vague sounding here.
I behold the congregation of the horde comprising whiners, loners and lamenters over the untimely detachment of their beloved ones.Numerous causes served to be the parapets of grief, ruminating over the past miseries of lost love ,withering in pain, lay those stranded in the agony of love, serving as the slave to the melancholy, their plight rotted their soul and they appeared somber with an emaciated heart. Chauvinistic analogies and flaunting their love to be greatest, in-numerous individuals suffered in the unrest. Proposing themselves as the greatest victim of cupids wrath, they suffered from treacherous luck and intrigued love.
Okay...I think this one just leans in far too heavily into the words here. At some point, you need a few simpler world sprinkled in their to ground these heavyweights here or it all really starts to fall apart which is what I think is happening here. First of all, you don't really pay off the setup from the last line of the previous chapter. Then it just kind of takes off in this long description technically appears to repeat a similar idea multiple times. So uhh...this needs a little bit of a rewrite here cause this doesn't appear to be going anywhere.
Another boulevard attracted me and I saw a multitude of homo sapiens walking in the hoarse. Dwellers of slum, sick and decrepit, some returning from the funeral cortege of their loved ones, crippled and orphans, harlots and handicapped, abandoned folks staring with the hopes, grief stricken faces awaiting succor, they looked their siesta the the cradle of gloom. In the midst of all these, there stood I chronicling their agony in goblet of tears.
Okay..so this finally gives us some sense of what's going on. It looks like we have otherworldly being studying these human souls passing through as they express their sorrows for some reason which makes me think of perhaps some kind of person that overseas the dead. Here you can get a hint of a fun concept, but it seems to be a bit of a standalone scene here, there doesn't seem to be much promise for more here so I'm wondering if perhaps this is not a novel.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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