This world is neither white nor black, but the deepest shade of gray. Black and white can be reversed, good and evil can lose all distinction, and yet why do I still weep? Why am I alive…? A human life lasts but a season, like grass and trees. Saving people is easy, governing the world is hard. Becoming a god was never my wish; I only want the seas to be calm. This world exists because I exist, and it will come to an end when I perish. Who am I? A keeper of order, forgotten by the world.
