_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.

Their emotions seemed and felt mutual yet neither wanted to be the first to confess—what if.... they were wrong about their feelings? What if the latter had merely gone with the flow and..... that, happened?

Feeling that their feelings for the letter was obvious thus they didn't need to give voice to it, if the other felt the same, they'd confess....

They thought, and the words they both wanted to utter and hear from the other, remained stuck in their throats and hearts.

GOD faced down, concerned—"....." yet not a word left his throat.

"Why..... where you there?" Starla questioned, noticing his expression but opting to not address it, at least not yet.

Starla "....." was rendered speechless as she couldn't tell whether to take his words on being omnipresent, or to take him for a stalker.....

Grid: Laws of the Sword