It was not a name that was chosen.

It was a word cast into time
like a seed into the night.

For years, it seemed to be nothing more than a name.
A final letter.
A threshold.
An echo without a face.

But the name knew.More

THE END OF THE LONG EXILE

And I saw a generation arise

that no longer wished to hold the world in its fist,

but to catch it one moment before it fell.

For centuries, humanity had called strength the power to break,

and greatness the measure of fear a name could sow.More