There are only two ways this can end: one, I continue to move forward relentlessly, regardless of whatever situation is presented; and two, I am unable to adapt and get swept up by the sands of time and history.

For me, I will always choose the former. There is no greater feeling in the world than to continuously change and evolve into something beyond one’s self.

An undead legion racing against the tides of an era—victory or loss, there is no regret.

The heart of a vagabond knows no bounds, charging forward without fear into the horizon of the great new world.

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