Hope is the moon; that shines light in the darkness, yet holds none.

If I can’t hold the sword then I will wear an armour. If I can’t wear an armour then, I will walk forward with only my words.

For they are sharp as any sword and will cut all.

For they are hard as any bones and flesh and will protect from all.

For once, there was a warrior who bested a beast with his words as the warrior's sword was cut and their armour, shattered. For from then on, was born a kingdom from not blood, flesh nor bones but from a sentence: I see nothing, yet everything.