• Ecosdecaos

  • Aprendiz de tatuador

  • Échos du Chaos
  • 33 años
  • Lake Lacuna, Canarias (España)

Existence is measured in age. How many years has a mortal lived? When were the cosmos formed? Time begins at birth, at creation. When corpses are preserved, he is the embalmer. When time for judgment comes, he is the final arbiter. In his realm, he keeps legendary weighing scales. On one side, the massive weight of truth and order. On the other side, he places the heart of the deceased. But, inevitably, time for all things comes to an end. So many are his vile victories over mankind that they cannot be relayed here, yet it his defeat at the hands of a man that is worth the telling. For everyone, death is unavoidable. They cling to life with fevered desperation, for death is a cold unknown, filled with uncertainty and bleak, everlasting finality. Some accept fate with grace, others are dragged, kicking and screaming. In an effort to prevent this, they cast each of the trifecta into different realms; not quite a prison, though far from freedom. Many fear change. Venturing into the unknown. Deviating from a path of safety and certainty into something unexpected. But life is change; a journey through doorways both physical and emotional, with every moment a passage to something new. These days, however, the doors are open once more. It seems war has returned, and the greatest of changes are upon us. Villain. It's a word used to describe those that break the rules, that take what they want, and care nothing for those hurt along the way. I would say villainy is nothing more than a point of view. The point of view of fools too mindless to seize opportunity. Inevitably, all mortals must die.

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