There is a great inaction that persists throughout the universe; a world remains where nothing has been done yet to change the winds of fate, but this isn’t what’ll remain. This shroud gives us a world with the appearance that nothing is happening, our lives remain stagnant, and any sort of excitement is an illusion. It is necessary for some, particularly those with weak will, to thrive in this indifferent state: one that doesn’t seem to be impacted at all by their presence or actions. But it’s just that, a state; it’s only temporary and, by the winds of fate, it’ll be broken in one timeline or another. It is the burden of 𐑕𐑒𐑹𐑐𐑰𐑴, 𐑞 𐑝𐑦𐑯𐑛𐑩𐑒𐑱𐑑𐑼, to break free from this state by moving just at the right moment, past all anticipation for it. They will wait, and wait, and time is counting on them. Within the timeline in which all of civilization now reeks of death and not even murders of crow, a blade will pierce through the death and bring instigation back into a world that has remained dormant for what now seemed like eternity. Difficulties will arise within the environment that we have to function within, and it’s the nature of the vindicator to seek the best outcome out of these difficulties and delays that heed progress or rejuvenation. It’s strategy against the impossible, and within enough planning, things may go away from the plan just enough to come back to it. But while we’re waiting for such a magical time to come, we shall bask in the foreboding of it all. It’s not too late to notice that you’re already gone.