_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

At that loud thump of her heart, golden blood immediately filled her body, giving her an ethereally golden glow, and a crystallised golden '◇' shaped star manifested within the center of her chest, before protruding out for the world to see.

As painful as the process been, it was just as elating and pleasurable.

At yet another thump of her heart, her golden blood rushed to her head and

Spurted out from the strands of her long white hair that resembled something similar to a straightened milky way, to form a golden crown over her, giving her a Royal aesthetic.

At that loud thump, her eyes fluttered open, her irises glimmering in divine golden glow.

GOD's meal