No pain no life, no ocean to sail. No fate, not even a trace of the shape with my name.
The glittering eye awaken is, pierced by the endless sound of wounds. - Here I am-! a voice is heard, and it is not gifted enough to decipher the truth. Behind the scene, colorful lines wander slow and silently, no intersection is made when fear come in.
Be ghost and thunder, wave and fire, kept away not to hurt a soul again.