The most valuable thing is nothing at all, all things are made of nothing but what we give them. What we put into them give them value, which I find 'The Lords' idea of the most 'valuable thing' to be kind of hypocritical.

But I think that's the point. Only he knows what is valuable to him and not to others. Perhaps also them taking nothing shows they put more faith into themselves rather than the things they make.
At the same time the most precious and important item to me in my room is a clay made hand of my own when I was first born. It's the only think, besides a mirror, that hangs on my wall. It reminds me of family, of just how small I was, and how big the world still is. But to anyone else, it just seems like a clay hand made by a kid. But to me, it's the biggest thing in the world. I'd be killed though because this isn't seen as valuable to the 'Lord'.

So it can go both ways, and it'd be funny if someone call him out on his bullshit by saying. "Every object in this room has as much value as the next. But only through the eyes of the beholder do they gain any meaning in such value. What you may find important to you, may not be so for me."

Wonderful and intriguing story!
L

brilliant!~~~~~~

Interesting fic

That was surreal

I love all the tiny little references to other things. Howls Moving Castle...the Jar of Dirt. Very nice.

This story was very interesting I still find myself confused with where it left off but I still enjoyed it. :)

Omg the four founders!

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this was a confusing riddle. but i must admit to have loved it. i loved the ending too! :)

That was rather interesting. Good work!

So... let me get this straight... Harry had a spell cast on him that put him in this weird dimension back in time where he doesn't feel or die... Then Draco managed to enter said dimension with his memories of Harry in order to bring him back...? It would be really cool if you wrote a sequel to this! (something to do with what happens after Draco brings him back and how he regains his memories or something along those lines...)

This story has a very complex ideology that compose a more convoluted, intermittent cosmos. This dissertation idiosyncrasy (writing style) is very captivating.

This is different... much more difficult to grasp than the usual fan fiction I read. However, it felt just as satisfying if not surreal than all. I felt a bit empty at the ending. I don't know if it is on purpose or not, but it is amazing nonetheless!

I like this fic, please continue to create more?

The idea of the story itself is actually pretty decent, but the constant spelling mistakes and the intermittent missing space bar annoys me. You need a proof reader. Preferably one with superior grammatical knowledge.