You so-called ‘arisen’ and your mighty Wheel.That wheel… Fate itself… is as clay in my hands. I am not he who spins and spins until he is sick, but he who turns the wheel. I am the hand that ascended from the spoke, and into the maw. You people. You miserable, unknowing wretches. You children of a lost pattern. You are not even witnesses to my ascent,... [click here for more]
