When a pawn checkmates a king, when a lamb becomes a wolf, when the sheep hold knives and the butchers become victims,
When the writings are poured into pens, when the minute hand chases the hour hand,
Which shadow will you chase?
A story begins with an arrow, an epic ends with an arrow.
Do you think the horses you feed will be quiet at night?
Where do you think the stream you gave your horse water from flows into?
I found myself in a circle, I added but it didn't work, I subtracted but it didn't work.
I realized that I am the circle and the circle is me.
I have magic hands now, and a shadow bigger than me.
If you want to take shelter from me in the rain, you must first convince my shadow.
Because my shadow is in your hands.
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