No hero chooses the burden they must bear. Some inherit ancient swords. Some are blessed by dragons. Others...recieve *beep* of legendary proportions. Its edges are impossibly sharp. Its contrast, undeniable. Its existence...Irreversible. Every mirror has become an enemy. Every laugh, another arrow to the heart. Yet still he walks forward... For what else can a fallen hero do? Stand tall, I try. Yet the shame I bear beacons my fall. The pride I once had has humbled itself to humility The bitter sweet joy of other at the expense of my dignity Such ignorant bliss has branded me with a mark The mark of shades Light and dark, heaven and hell. Violent clash of contradiction, blinds the eye and pains the soul What is this? You may ask. It is… A MASSIVE TAN LINE ON MY FOREHEAD T-T
— Written by Revie and Fabi, partners in dramaturgy.
