In the mystical master examination of the imperial examination
I don't know who I died, and I don't know why I lived.
The hunter who sows discord dies of loyalty, the
witch who plays with feelings dies of love, and
the cautious soothsayer dies of trust.
The thief who steals everything has nothing, and
the dreamer who created everything never existed.
The traveler fell on his way home, and
the twilight giant slept before dawn.
Lawyers sacrifice for order, and
judges forget the law.
The sleepless slept in the darkness, and the
corpse collector lay in the coffin.
We are the Guardians, and we are a bunch of wretched creatures who are always fighting danger and madness.
This journey is not about life or death.
While drowning was inevitable, they struggled.
It's the worst of times, it's the best of times.
