Every game needs pawns. And in the end, aren't we all subject to the greatest puppet mistress of them all? Fate is a difficult and fickle mistress to please; she deals you a hand and expects you to play by the rules of the game. But what exactly are the rules? And what is the game? When all is mired in mystery and masked from sight, aren't we all merely stumbling along with every pull of her strings in a masque ball, held to honor the machinations of Fate, with all of existence dancing to her whimsical waltzes?
A pawn may advance to be a Queen and even topple the King, but in the end the pawn is still subject to the hand that moves it. Many perish for their dreams, but only a chosen few reach the precipice. The best laid plans are nothing more than childish fancies in the face of Fate's games.
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A pawn may advance to be a Queen and even topple the King, but in the end the pawn is still subject to the hand that moves it. Many perish for their dreams, but only a chosen few reach the precipice. The best laid plans are nothing more than childish fancies in the face of Fate's games.