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The path to great truth Lies in the hearts of all men But few will notice

Who is this fallen knight by the wayside? His armor is tarnished and rusty, his sword is brittle and on the verge of rupture. The knights breath comes shallow, with the sound of the wind blowing through the dry leaves. He realizes that night will soon be upon him, yet he is powerless to stop it. Acceptance is the only way to halt the masquerade, a sudden realization that we are not the gods that we have built up ourselves into believing. Night eventually falls on us all. The bright light of day fades, and in the end we must all play the part of the knight.