The Sword-Wielder from Beyond

At dawn, the Pole Star shines bright, glimpsed through shifting clouds and rosy skies. It dispels the gloom and chill, and scatters the darkness.

At sunrise, the morning light shines clear, colors stretch to the horizon, and the sea lies level with the sky. The waves rise, the waters churn, and sea and sky become one.

At midday, the north wind sweeps across the land, and gloomy clouds disperse from the mountain peaks. The ridges stand tall, the peaks grow quiet, and the mountains are washed in clear springs.

As noon approaches, light shines in all directions, and the sun reaches its full height. The heart feels at ease, the spirit soars, and hope turns toward the sun, undaunted.

At dusk, the setting sun breaks apart, and the splendor of the evening fades. The heart is lost, the form falls apart, and yesterday's beauty is gone.

At midnight, darkness stretches without end, and this life quietly falls silent. No one knows, no one investigates; the calamity cannot be escaped, and all things end in dispersal.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.