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What is a word? No one asks. They follow blindly, Unable to adapt. The word is a sound, A vibration of air, And if no one heard it, No one would care. But of course, You heard it, You said it, You care. Your mind gives meaning, To the vibrations you form, And sound is just that, It's never been more. But a word is different, While still just a sound, Like a crash, Like a slap, Like a wave hits the shore, Like a bird taking flight. Even silence is a sound, It means nothings there, Not thinking, Not moving, Not there at all, But, that's right! We were focused, On words, On what they really are. In essence, In fo

Prologue "Beasts can be Dark." Said the bespectacled man, giving the feeling he was dangerous even with his sword in its sheath. He wore a black kimono in the style of the ancient Japanese, with pale skin, almond shaped eyes, and his black hair pulled back in a ponytail. But the eyes behind his glasses were black, even the whites of his eyes were jet black making look like he had two black holes glued to his face. "As the Dark can be Beastly!" Cried his opponent, who was more odd than the first man was, even in New York City. Wearing nothing but a loincloth, his wild, matted brown hair seemed to match his eyes, which were myriad shades of