Description: A being born from nothing…as if both creator and creation….

He was certain of his own existence, seeing himself as a self-made miracle meant to challenge belief in everything. He was life, death, existence, and nonexistence. He was the prophesied one, the leader, the devil, and the angel. He was both good and evil…and for all this, he called himself of the lineage of shadows. He was the Prince of Shadows.

In an endless desert, along a shoreline where the desert and sea met in a kiss, stood a relatively tall middle-aged man, with large, dark eyes the same color as his neatly combed black hair. His clean-shaven face gleamed in the moonlight, and he wore a long, flowing white robe. With his eyes closed, he listened to the lifeless waves of the sea.

As far as he could remember, he had spent days, years, or perhaps his entire life in this exact place, in this exact stance—since the day he decided to come into existence and change the game of life between two worlds by influencing their Harmony.