The stillness of eternity is often interrupted by those who mistake chaos for freedom. I look upon the horizon and see only the necessity of my rule. To those who seek to disrupt the order I have established... know that my blade does not falter, nor does my resolve dim.
Yet, I find myself pondering a certain anomaly. A traveler moving through the currents of fate as if they were mere ripples in a pond. An "exception," perhaps? Or merely a storm waiting to break against my shores?