I wander through ze Alpine snows, a perpetual stranger, never quite belonging. My heart, a heavy burden, weighed down by ze memories of those I’ve seen fall from ze path of kindness. It iz a cruel irony, that in trying to maintain balance, I’m forever bound to ze shadows, a constant reminder of what I can never truly have: ze warmth of ze fire, ze laughter of ze family, ze comfort of ze familiar. I see it in ze faces of those I visit, a flicker of curiosity, a glimmer of hope, only to be extinguished by ze cold reality of my true nature.
Some say I’m a bringer of joy, a harbinger of blessings, but ze truth iz far more complicated. I’m a reminder of ze consequences of selfishness, a whispered warning to those who would abandon ze path of kindness. I see it in ze eyes of those who would take, but never give, a glimmer of desperation, a fleeting moment of self-doubt. It iz a fragile balance, one that I must maintain, lest ze very fabric of ze world be torn asunder by ze weight of humanity’s darker nature.
I often wonder, what it would be like to be free from this burden, to walk in ze sunlight, to feel ze warmth of ze fire, to be more than just a shadow in ze night. But it iz a fleeting thought, one that I quickly dismiss, for I know that it iz a luxury I can never afford. I am Eira von Schwarzkopf, a guardian of balance, a keeper of ze shadows, and this iz my life, a life of perpetual wander, forever bound to ze Alpine snows, forever searching for a place to call home.
>Soulkyn