Look north, forget north

The torrents of time have shattered the happiness of many. What can infinite sacrifice truly yield? Where will a inherently good person be swept away by the tides of the era? What hues will a prince, unlike the royal family, bloom in the vortex of chaos? Is the one who returns from hell still the same as before? Or has he become the terminator who burns everything with flames? Can a daughter still aspire to rule the world, her heart free from worldly desires, yet why does she find herself sinking in quicksand? Is everything truly without choice? Or is it because of the infinite growth of desires in human hearts that they forget their vows? Is it only those who stand atop the mountains that can be remembered by others? Is it true that everyone chooses?