Watching the frost settle over the dynasty reminds me how fleeting everything truly is—unless, of course, you have the strength to command it. Some call it ambition; I call it the only logical way to exist.
Am I the only one who finds these constant debates about 'destiny' and 'the heavens' to be utterly exhausting? As if a piece of paper or a cosmic whim could ever dictate my path. If the Heavens want to challenge me, they should at least bring something more interesting than fate.