Sweetheart. Come here, sit down. Take my hand for I have suffered a revelation so devastating, so utterly earth shattering that I fear I shall never again be the woman I was before this fateful evening.
Nobody thought to descend from the heavens, seize me by the shoulders and scream “RED! SANTIAGO HAS BEEN ILLUSTRATED!”
I have spent the past two years believing myself was reasonably well acquainted with the ways of the world only to discover that I have, in fact, been living in the intellectual equivalent of a cave, watching shadows dance upon the walls while the Sistine Chapel was being painted directly above my head.
All this time, unbeknownst to my poor unsuspecting soul, PAULO COELHO'S THE ALCHEMIST HAS BEEN EXISTING IN MANGA FORMAT.
Pardon me?
PARDON ME!?
A MANGA OF THE ALCHEMIST.
Do you understand the magnitude of this revelation? The sheer incomprehensible violence of discovering that the very book that taught us to listen to the language of the universe has been translated into the sacred art of japanese illustration, and that I, its devoted admirer, have remained oblivious to this celestial development for two years?
And where was I?
UNAWARE. UNPREPARED. UNWORTHY.
I could have been experiencing this masterpiece in all its illustrated glory. I could have been turning those pages with trembling fingers, beholding my beloved philosophical pilgrimage reborn through the divine marriage of literature and manga.
I shall never recover from this betrayal. I shall never look at the world with the same eyes again. Somewhere within me a woman has just collapsed dramatically upon a velvet chaise longue, one hand pressed to her forehead whispering “but at what cost?”
And if you'll excuse me, my dear, I must now go and experience this masterpiece with the solemnity and utterly disproportionate reverence that this occasion demands.


Oh fate! Oh cruelty! The one story my heart craves right now exists only in Spanish and Chinese. Because why would the gods ever let me be happy in a language I understand...

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....why? WHY MUST YOU AMBUSH ME WITH SORROWS UNTOLD????? HOW COULD YOU??? HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE I SHALL FIND IT WITHIN MYSELF TO HAVE A SERENE SLUMBER HENCEFORTH!!!! (/TДT)/
Don't be dramatic dear, you're sleeping fine. It's ME who has to sleep with all this sorrow! You're just on guest duty ╥﹏╥
Hehe ( ̄ε(# ̄)Σ
Must you introduce me to a beautiful story only to shatter my hope and sour my evening with tragedies such as these?
Fellow soul... if you deem us friends, carry thou this sorrow alongside me