As I put ink to paper, I carve into the annals of existence the historic context of what is about to unfold—a record, immutable and unyielding, for all to see and know. In dreams, I am as a bird on the wing or a cloud in the sky, an observer from heights unattainable, glimpsing that which defies perception, knowing that which yearns for clarity and resolution. Were it not for an extraordinary gift, these stories, these moments, these words would dissolve, forgotten in the ceaseless tide of time and the collective experiences that shape us all.
Though you may question the hand that writes, know this: it moves not by the will of its owner but as the witness of truths beyond itself. It chronicles not its own perceptions but only that which is—unyielding, unembellished. Bound by edicts that predate the stars, these stories—fleeting instants of time yet timeless in their gravity—are etched into my mind, each a gem whose facets I polish but cannot create, for I am without the power to turn carbon into diamond.
As I wander through the vignettes of existence, a great weight presses upon me, the unseen specter of my charge. An invisible phantom, I am unable to set pen to parchment save for when the truth demands it. I etch these truths, these visions, into permanence, preserving their essence within the boundless vault of eternity, and I offer them now as a gift of clarity to deepen and lift the understanding of what has transpired.
These words hold only the basest truths of what was, what is, and what may yet be. They emerge from a struggle—a quest to discern the tangled threads of the journeys herein. In the waking hours, I live as fully as I am able, but when I lay my head to rest, I traverse the lives of those I am destined to follow, their moments entwined with mine yet held apart. In dreams, I am granted vistas beyond comprehension, privy to knowledge unattainable, sights unseen, and whispers too faint for mortal ears—each as vivid as the sun yet devoid of emotion or care.
The manuscript presented here unfolds as greatness itself—its wings spread like a hawk soaring high, its tale unfurling like sails catching the winds of truth, propelling us across seas of wisdom and experience to lands uncharted. On the shores of the unforeseen lies the future of all, disembarking burdened by fears and regrets that should long since have passed into oblivion.
I ask only for your understanding and acceptance that the words within are unbiased, genuine, and balanced only by the hopes and dreams of the lives they recount. With every curve and line drawn on parchment, I immortalize visions not meant to be seen, whispers of truths unspoken, and the enigmatic echoes of events that remain mysteries even to those who lived them.
The truth I offer must come untainted, discovered by oneself, and shared among kindred souls. It is not mine to keep—it is yours to take. Though I am only the alchemist’s catalyst, stirring the pot in which change brews, the transformation belongs to the base substance itself.
If you are willing, take this journey of words and truth. Partake as you would of a feast, consuming only what nourishes your spirit and fills your heart, for each of us gathers uniquely, harvesting what sustains us, and no other will taste what we each find in this banquet of discovery. This journey, if you allow it, will transform you, lifting you to soar like a bird, to drift as a cloud, carried by the wind toward boundless potential.
The path before you, though inevitably your own, is forged by choice. Walk it with intention, for destiny bows to the direction of your heart.
—RCotD—

“Through time immemorial, reality, the cosmos, the eternal existence we call life, has struggled for balance. The struggle between opposites ensues, creating a battlefield upon which our meager existences are caught in a web of decay and renewal, with no knowledge of the need for balance; these are the domains in which the Cadre of the Dance inhabit. The knowledge of the true need of equality, in form and action, are their struggles.” – RtCotD

“Eclipsed by Time, Yet Everlasting; In Battles Endless Worn Unbroken. In Struggles Forged and Renewal Refined; From Dust to Destiny; In Balance, Brilliance.” – the Hack