As the landscape turned increasingly chaotic and murderous, the streams of refugees swelled. Another headlong, fearful escape of the kind that in collective dreams, in legends, would be misremembered and reimagined into pilgrimage or crusade ... the dark terror behind transmuted to a bright hope ahead, the bright hope becoming a popular, perhaps someday a national, delusion. Embedded invisibly in it would remain the ancient darkness, too awful to face, thriving, emerging in disguise, vigorous, evil, destructive, inextricable.
by Thomas Pynchon
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In a tumultuous and violent scenario, the number of refugees increased significantly as people fled their homes in fear. This mass exodus, reminiscent of legendary journeys, could later be romanticized into stories of pilgrimage or crusade. Amidst the chaos, the darkness of their past experiences would eventually morph into a distorted sense of optimism, potentially becoming a misguided national sentiment.

However, this perceived hope is fraught with danger, as it conceals a troubling past that remains unresolved. The underlying horrors, embedded within this hopeful narrative, continue to thrive in the shadows, showcasing a resilience that is both destructive and inescapable. As these conflicting emotions intertwine, the struggle between hope and despair remains ever-present.

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