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A falling blade on the tip of order, the faith of the thousands, calls it. Deep, dark, light, fallen, risen, king, lord, everything, theses are its names. Wordless, and ever, it moves, motionlessly, on this jaded world of kings. Golden as the shadows, dark as the light, it knows nothing and everything. A fallen king of unknown, its coming shows the world nothing as it takes everything. Now, when you see it, you will fall and arise at the same time, and be thrown in the everything that is nothing. Then it moves on again, forever standing still.