Whoever said magic is dead is a liar.
We live in a world where words are given the power to hurt and heal according to interpretation. A single word can ignite tremendous action, or calm seething crowds. A word can build something from nothing and tear it down just as easily.
This power to wield thought and will to impose it upon others is one of the most sacred blessings mankind has ever been given.
Therefore, I am here to practice crafting beauty and misery into shapes and sounds. I am here to make black and white ink sing the triumphs of life and death, like a serenade through the windows of your eyes to the soul within.
I am here to learn magic of this most extraordinary world.
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