Wheel Unseen Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

When someone knows all of the past and future, they are met not with joy but with endless sorrow and despair. Her eyes see the threads behind everything—one end linked to the past, the other to the future. These threads are called fate. How does she view those around her? People are kind and loving, yet arrogant and doubtful. But their fates, as well as humanity's destiny, are sealed from the moment they meet. She must love them; otherwise, why would she repeatedly offer help and give them fire? She must hold expectations for them; otherwise, why would she walk into the shadow of reincarnation amidst destruction? Because of love, she feels sorrow. Because of expectation, she often feels disappointment. She is deeply trapped in a black swamp, tirelessly sorting through countless black threads. The wheel of fate turns again and again. She sees greedy flames sweep across the sky. She sees blind stubbornness leading to self-destruction. She sees insane delusions accelerating destruction. Chaos will always come. Hope and despair rotate in vain, endlessly. Until she sees a fleeting starlight in the darkness. That light, though faint, shines powerfully in her long night. In that moment of seeing it, she sheds a tear.