Cipher

He felt shallow, hollow, inept and disused, tossed aside like a ship in a storm. Torn asunder by friend and foe alike, he sought solace in himself. Eschewing mundane life he chose to tread a path many others had worn in for him. He migrated to the solitude of Dreaken Reach hoping to quench his subconscious thirst for an ultimate reckoning. He did not know it then but what he truly sought was the stark beauty of death. He had achieved all he had wanted and more with his life and now was the time for his final bow. He was a showman and wanted to go out with a bang. He laughingly remembered his whims of an heroic death, of a meaningful death. But funny thing, he just realized that death by definition was meaningless, unless taking life had meaning. So many things seemed eternal, the sky the mountains the seas. Yet time struck them down. One as insignificant as him could be smote down by something far lesser.