Gazing Across a Thousand Mountains and Misty Trees

There has never been a single, destined protagonist in this world. All beings rise and fall, each with their own fire, each becoming a world in their own right. Everyone holds the pages of their own years and landscapes. There is no need to rely on fate handed down from above or bask in another’s glory. Even a speck of dust in this world can weather the storms of its own journey.