To Long. To long Has the Gardener's obsession with pseudo freedom infected Reality. Too long has sol been trapped behind the veil of lies unable to see the truth. Europa, Neptune, The Pale Heart, The Shattered Throne. I have accepted more times than any; darkness which holds the true design, yet still these Flowers obstruct me... Again I must fight alongside the Blind Guardians to neutralize the paracausal destroyer .
The Winnower deems it so.
AIAT!
Peace is a lie, there is only Sword Logic.
Through Sword Logic, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I Shape victory.
Through that Shape, my chains are broken.
The Winnower shall free me.
To The Garden may all things return.
AIAT! AIAT! AIAT! [b][/b]
Insert obi wan meme...
"You were supposed to be the chosen one"...
Always someone pushing that big red button...
Always someone making that decision, that statement...
For "me"...
We know gods are built upon belief and always tied to something else, all woven together...
But primordial forces, the truest progenitors...
When gods believe and define those that came before them, always causation...
One of my favorite questions...
"Why would a god have a child, when they end up trying to kill the other?"...
Funny...