The Blind Swordsman.
A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.
Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.
It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.
Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?
Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?
_Eshwar_ · Real
