May the Wind Stop from Me

He ran, he chased, he endured, he surrendered. Even if he is trampled on, even if he is not understood, even if fate deprives him of everything, he learns, he grows, and he learns to bow his head and hide in the game of power. This is a world of magic and order. All power and influence have their balance points. Everyone has their own position and everyone is content with the rules. But under this peaceful order, the balance begins to tilt. Some people make moves in advance, some make secret calculations, and some smile and pass the knife to others. He was originally an outsider, but he came to the center of the chess game through repeated choices. Behind every exquisite mask, there may be hidden sins that you don't want to reveal, or a carefully planned chess game. When the curtain falls on the stage, who are the audience and who are the actors? Who is the chess piece and who is the chess player? Or is this game just beginning? "At the middle of the game, I am willing to retreat with one piece in exchange for the width of the world."