Dagger

A dagger for the clever

For whom stars dull their fire to hide their wielder’s deepest desires. Let the absence of light bite not thine ambition, for only the reluctant wielder spills their own blood.

 

Strike sure and strick swift before the call of flight takes hold and declares you not the victor but the one who will fall from the very weapon you choose to wield.

A dagger was made for the clever; choosing not good nor evil, merely accepting that its wielder may use it to become the ruler of their chosen world or the architect of their own destruction.

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