They say that the driving force behind the world is hopes and dreams, but who’re the ones that do the job of dreaming? There are those who must conceptualize the grandeur actions first before they are taken, they’ll be tested again and again until their potential is at its most ripe. There are those that also see what isn’t there to others, and make connections dismissed as overthinking. However, they can never communicate these potentials and invisible connections to others, as they cannot form bridges built with such inconsistent tools and sporadic blueprints. They’re essentially mute, as they cannot communicate with others in a way that makes them feel accompanied in their leaps of faith. Their only company is the pyre which they carry with them: a fire reminding them of all their mistakes and all of their potential. It is the burden of 𐑒𐑭𐑐𐑮𐑦𐑒𐑹𐑯, 𐑞 𐑖𐑧𐑐𐑻𐑛, to not lead their flock astray and doom them to repeating the mistakes of the past. A struggle between conquest and compassion resides within them, what with the two incompatible halves somehow merging together to make a one contradiction of a being. A being that must live an entire life of turning tears into fire, turning the poor into gods, and turning wish into truth. But they’re not limited from being given a chance to do all of it. The uniqueness is almost too much to comprehend. With every leap taken, the world changes itself and dreams come ever closer to becoming reality, but those leaps won’t be taken alone, as the faith that someone will be there to catch one if they fall maybe irrational, but it’s the only thing one has when herding the flock. No one is safe from the guillotine, and doubting its impact, on one, only makes the blade become sharper.

Original artwork created on 3/4/19.