Fear not. I have not crossed the path of the wildebeast. I see the fortune of the
Trinity incarnate. Breathe I must the dust of a thousand hooves, to swallow the pride
of countless transgressions, the haze of winter salutes my marrow, the sun is an
arrow that pierces my psyche, I revolt against nothing. I am the Revolver. – Sinz
Stare into the void of reciprocating sunlight to hear the chimes of manifesting destinies.
Then you will know the meaningless beauty of the absurd banality of perceived existence. – Esinz