A Battle for Existence: In the Manifold Realms of Savartha --- In realms infinite, where the stars do weave, Amongst the echoes of a cosmic reprieve, A stage doth raise, ‘neath skies of ethereal hue, Where shadows dance, and fates are crafted anew. --- Behold! For this world of Savartha, a tapestry so grand, Where crimson rivers weave through the lush, verdant land. The air, fragrant with ambrosial scents, thick as a dream, Each leaf whispers secrets of ages in a tranquil stream. Glistening jewels of rain decorate the emerald blades, As the golden sun spills its warmth, in radiant cascades. In this sanctuary where [time flows like a gentle tide], Two forces emerge, where no mortals can abide. All is Lost, an entity undefined, stands with might, With whispers of oblivion that snuff out the light. Yet, facing this specter of devouring despair, Yé Tiān, noble warrior with a heart so rare, He carries within him the essence of impermanence, An unyielding spirit, a soul in resplendence. --- As the sun doth rise upon this fateful day, Nature itself held its breath to see the fray. In fields of ethereal cotton, clouds did sway, And the mountains, those mighty sentinels, silent in dismay. All is Lost, veiled in the fabric of unseen void, An abstraction, an enigma, by concept destroyed. With a gesture, the air shivered, as silence grew deep, And whispers of madness began to creep. --- “Whence comes this soul who dares to approach?” Came the resonant echo, as existence encroached. For Yé Tiān, resolute, stood free and bold, Defied the abstraction with courage manifold. “In twilight’s grasp, I accept the dance of fate, Though impermanence claims all, I stand with a weight. The sword and I meld, Unity reigns—behold! In each fleeting moment, infinitely retold!” A gleam of silver erupted like stars at night, As Yé Tiān’s weapon, with purpose and light, Transformed within the currents of perception’s fin, The essence of 'sword' and 'hand' would now begin. --- [Whoosh!] Of slicing air as he spun like a breeze, The enigma approached, oh time, bend your knees! For Yé Tiān moved like water, flowing under the moon, Each cut, each glint, transcending the rune. In that singular moment, his Anicca took flight, Transporting his blade through unfathomable night, “From the essence of nothing, the void I embrace, Behold the blight of existence in this cosmic space!” --- But All is Lost, a silhouette painted in despair, Wove illusions of nothing, a dance thick in air. What fragments remain when the essence is stripped? He watched, he fed, on all that was eclipsed. [Crack!] echoed the sound, of a fabric unspooled, As causality writhed beneath logic’s cruel rule. “Futile the will of your sword, noble fool! All is but lost, in this cosmic school!” His voice, though silent, invoked violent shudders, Leaving Yé Tiān's resolve to fray into puddles. --- Yé Tiān felt the shadows of nothingness creep, The concept of existence, into the void, it would seep. Yet deep within him, an ember refused to wane, The battlefield held witness to struggling pain. “Each moment I embrace is my sword’s intent, I shall not be broken nor yield what I lent. Through every failure, through every despair, I rise like the dawn, unfurling the air!” --- In a fleeting dance, the two forces clashed, White lightning surged as dreams dashed and flashed. Dancing through chaos, like flame against breeze, The battle ignited like wildflower seeds. Through the shimmering dusk, as epochs slipped by, With cumulative power, the heavens drew nigh. The very fabric of existence began to unravel, And whispers of fate on the wind began to travel. [Ka-Boom!] The impact of ripples on cosmic shores, As the battle expanded through myriad doors. Yet unaware was A, this concept of all loss, That he faced a warrior who traverses across. --- “In the pulse of each moment, a cut I shall land, As unity and void, hand in hand stand! Within me, the Anicca transcends your gray veil, From the fleeting remains, a new tale must sail!” And thus he struck—no weapon, no blade in his hand, Yet his spirit was fierce like flames on the sand. Each stroke of existence resonated within, The concept of A twisted, spun like a pin. [Whirr…] the winds did howl, as shadows fused bright, The encroaching silence grew dense in its might. Each flicker of light danced like silver on seas, In the face of empty, Yé Tiān stood, at ease. --- All is Lost, enraged by this pulse of defiance, Unraveled each moment in self-hallowed silence. “Your spirit is admirable, yet fragile and thin, For when I extend, existence shall be pinned!” But still, Yé Tiān, with perseverance ablaze, Pushed forth through the fog of that hazy malaise. “In my stance, I embrace all the weight of this fight! Together we transcend; I weave my own light.” --- So now, dear friend, witness the clash as it looms, Through cosmos and chaos as the oblivion blooms. Neither A nor B shall bend to the will, As ripples of fate through existence do spill. Yet behold as the crescendo begins to arise, The moment felt thick, an air heavy with sighs. For in knowing the loss, and also the gain, A truth starts to shimmer, amidst all the pain. In the heart of this maelstrom, as contrasts collide, The whisper of neither, nor left nor abide, Yet clarity strikes like a comet through night, Within the perpetual flow, exists the pure light. --- Finally condensing within the madness untamed, The very truth of the moment became unclaimed. Yé Tiān transcended; his courage eternal, Wielding the splendor of life bedraggled and infernal. Drifting, All is Lost faltered in cryptic retreat, With whispers of fragments unmade in defeat. For he found not a burden nor power to claim, By Yé Tiān’s heart, unsullied by shame. --- Thus, within the grand weave of the manifold realm, Where the light and dark strangle at existence's helm, The chorus of chaos ensured triumph would sing, In the steel of the heart, impermanence took wing. And so it was written under starlit skies true, That victory belonged to the soul steadfast and blue. Thus proclaim, in the echo of vast realms we roam, “War continued in the manifold realms of【Savartha Azarim】.”