Qishen

They call me “Pactless,” but they don’t know what flows through my blood: Fuxi’s trigrams crystallize in my left eye. Heimdall’s horn thunders in my right ear. In the rift of my soul, shattered by Zeus’s lightning, thorns that slay gods are growing. You, turning the pages of this book can you hear it in your sea of consciousness? The string of a pact untouched by the gods is trembling.