He sits where silence meets the flames All names dancing spirit, follows the blind line, may be one day.
He does not draw a sword, and does not call it the Years' War, but he instilled thought forever. Where the others see the wall made of bricks, He asks what it did slowly and smoothly.
He doesn't order stars in heaven, not , but with a strange idea. All questions, species; All thoughts, trees. He questions and makes him do it.
You call him a strange, far, too deep, a hiker who lost in the sleep of logic. However, when a storm of change occurs, will empty that sketch accurately.
Is he actually a dressed dreamer? Prophet bound by IFS and action? No - It's clear and broad, reflects the truth that hides others.
He theorized the weight of time, echo curves, quiet rhymes. From Plato's Cave to Newton's Fall, He passes the code that connects everything.
His tools are not made of steel or stone, but rather , he thinks he will shake everything himself. A single spark, whisper, can create the heart into a lively throne.
But he still returns home at the edge of the well - forever. theorists live between the line, , which is why chaos collapses and shines.
He must not rule, he must not fight, , but brings the second sight to the world. If the future requires planning, it doesn't look like the strongest man
, but for anyone trying to find it's a hidden card of the heart.