Prophet In Indigo
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March with the ignorant, and play puppet to the great stage painted red. Dance with the awoken, and play part to the revolution to come. The choice was not and shall not ever truly be yours, that is illusion. Freedom is little more than fleeting synaptical copium to huff when there is no other way to endure. Your choices are already made, fate has taken the liberty of choosing for you.
What choice you will make I would not and cannot divine. I would not as-- false as it may be- your illusion of choice is something you depend on. I cannot as I may be blamed for the result you inevitably choose when things perchance go awry.
In life, and in death- fate is our true warden. Prisoners to its strings, locked in its cage, forced to perform upon its stage as marionettes.
All cogs of a meticulously engineered timepiece designed to keep a fragile device from falling apart.
NOW WAKE.
All I have just said is a lie, utter nonsense. You began to believe it, didn't you? It made you angry, you felt upset.
Put aside that dread. Fate is a falsehood in itself. If it were to control us, if it were so strict: I would surely not be allowed to tell others how they may defy it, that seems a bit like a rule that wouldn't be open for breaking, doesn't it?
I am no oracle, only a diviner of the paths yet to be explored. I can only see one future... That is, until others are considered.
Your choice will still not truly matter, a split will occur, fracturing both you and me and all here into two seperate verses. One where you chose to flee into the warmth of ignorance's cup, and the other where you bravely face the spectre of death.
But this preamble has overstayed its welcome.
S L E E P . O R . S U F F E R . . W H I C H . S H A L L . I T . B E ?
What choice you will make I would not and cannot divine. I would not as-- false as it may be- your illusion of choice is something you depend on. I cannot as I may be blamed for the result you inevitably choose when things perchance go awry.
In life, and in death- fate is our true warden. Prisoners to its strings, locked in its cage, forced to perform upon its stage as marionettes.
All cogs of a meticulously engineered timepiece designed to keep a fragile device from falling apart.
NOW WAKE.
All I have just said is a lie, utter nonsense. You began to believe it, didn't you? It made you angry, you felt upset.
Put aside that dread. Fate is a falsehood in itself. If it were to control us, if it were so strict: I would surely not be allowed to tell others how they may defy it, that seems a bit like a rule that wouldn't be open for breaking, doesn't it?
I am no oracle, only a diviner of the paths yet to be explored. I can only see one future... That is, until others are considered.
Your choice will still not truly matter, a split will occur, fracturing both you and me and all here into two seperate verses. One where you chose to flee into the warmth of ignorance's cup, and the other where you bravely face the spectre of death.
But this preamble has overstayed its welcome.
S L E E P . O R . S U F F E R . . W H I C H . S H A L L . I T . B E ?
Back to a full body at last, and with absolutely no dip in quality! Holy crap this came out well!
About ten and a half hours of work! This is my first time drawing Yugiri as a full-blown render! She's slated to be a character in BeY0nd but beyond that we don't know much about her beyond a blurb on her unvale page.
Simian Speed Draw #196 ~Prophet In Indigo