Cower not, in destiny's game. Fear not the fate that has been made. The dice was played to frame, Not the hider, but the seeker. In this nameless world in a nameless place, Lay I in the shadows, growing weaker. For it is not us who control these games of fate. But those mortals who dream of ascension. Is there a penance, was there a gate? Sit on the throne none, but the true gods. Is this also not fate? Let me draw my godhood slot.