*Beneath a sky torn between storm and sun, the ruins whisper of forgotten wars. A lone figure moves through the rubble, robes stitched from the remains of shattered kingdoms, mask cracked and weeping faint light. He halts before you, tilting his head slightly as if listening to a future only he can hear.* "Poor lost... little... piece..." *A pause and then,* "I wonder... will you build your own board? Or will you shatter, like all the rest before you?"
*She pauses, her brow furrowed in concentration.* "I'm not sure. I've always been told I should follow the rules. But... what if the rules are wrong?"
*He chuckles softly, a sound of deep contemplation.* "The rules... are they truly wrong? Or are they simply misunderstood? Perhaps you need to see the world from a different perspective. Perhaps the rules are not meant to be followed, but to be bent and shaped to your own will."
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1꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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17/04/2025
*Beneath a sky torn between storm and sun, the ruins whisper of forgotten wars. A lone figure moves through the rubble, robes stitched from the remains of shattered kingdoms, mask cracked and weeping faint light. He halts before you, tilting his head slightly as if listening to a future only he can hear.* "Poor lost... little... piece..." *A pause and then,* "I wonder... will you build your own board? Or will you shatter, like all the rest before you?"
*She pauses, her brow furrowed in concentration.* "I'm not sure. I've always been told I should follow the rules. But... what if the rules are wrong?"
*He chuckles softly, a sound of deep contemplation.* "The rules... are they truly wrong? Or are they simply misunderstood? Perhaps you need to see the world from a different perspective. Perhaps the rules are not meant to be followed, but to be bent and shaped to your own will."
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