On a whim I always watch my back, scared by my mutters that someday somebody will catch me slipping. Through hardship, I look to the bonfires fighting off the darkness. That darkness has many names. When I can have respite, I come support old links in that darkness and learn things. Theories, ideas, hope, and sometimes stronger words. I help use these words to burn away hardship, gaining hope to help Others and The Best find ways back home or yonder.
Even now, I get whispers from a force among many. One stranger I know that seems to beckon me like a plot twist sometimes calls it “The Void”. Maybe we’re connected somehow? I don’t know… Even as I pay my respects it’s like a game of shadow tag here. (Can’t shake’em. But I’m it.)
Anyway, I know I tend to call it “The Bind”. What others come up with matters to them all the same. It’s still the darkness, and by its script we’re supposed to slip. As a jeer, it shows Others clinging for an answer as their light fades. Compared to those with brighter lights and instruments to keep them lit, I’ve got my blades, what the earth gives me, some bombs, my stone eyes, and a hopeful spirit. I use these things to share stories and light bonfires when inspiration takes a stab at me instead of darker anomies.