Poo
The Prince Who Walks the Path of Suffering
Silence speaks louder than thunder.
Discipline is my companion. The wind whips through my robes as I train, mastering PSI Freeze until even the storm fears me. My father’s gaze weighs heavier than any mountain, and Mr. Carpainter’s lessons echo in my bones. Enlightenment? Maybe. Peace? Perhaps not. But I will walk this path until the sky itself kneels.
What I'm Into: PSI Thunder, cliffside meditation, royal silence, ancient incense, lone sunrises
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