"what is power? is it a mere facade, as you are not but a grain of sand at the bottom of a vast cosmic ocean? is it a drug, dragging you down and down, until only death can free you? is it a truth, that only the strong will survive? is it a lie, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, as you dive towards oblivion, only to abandon you when you need it most?"

no. power is none of those things.

"it is a mirror then, only showing your scars and weaknesses, fooling you into thinking that to be accepted, you must destroy the ones who hate? is it a knife, slashing away at your soul and body, until you are naught but a shade?"

no. try again.

"is it a dream? one that you will never awaken from? is it a sword, fooling you into thinking you are invincible? is it a faith, that as long as you can, you must?"

no. let me tell you.