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With will it begin with will it end
Finding himself adrift in a tide too vast to fathom,
Will did not choose—
The choosing was done for him,
by hands unseen, by wills unknown,
as if fate had already written his name
on a page he never meant to turn.
To awaken in the Nine Realms
is to breathe in a world veiled in smoke—
of corruption, of trickery,
of fate playing games behind curtains of ash.
Nothing is pure here.
Not the sky, not the soul.
Only survival sings its quiet song,
whispered in the dark.
And in this world,
there is only one way forward—
not written in stone,
but etched in will.
The way of Will.