Black inverts to white.
White inverts to black.
Their eyes see more clearly than any others', yet they are blind to their own flaws.
They can see through illusions, but cannot see what is festering within them, poised to kill them all.
It seems their eyes can see through any illusion save their own.
Their arrogance will kill them one day, directly or indirectly.
Perhaps someone will attack them after one insult too many.
Perhaps they will be overconfident and attempt what they should not.
Perhaps they will simply go insane and kill each other.
Or perhaps all that they have done will finally catch up with them.
One day they will be gone, victims of themselves.
Sometimes it is wondered if there is a correlation between social rank and evil.
After all, the kindest boy in the world is the village pariah.
And the highest-ranked clans eat their children.
Does that not seem strange?
Who would honor one who gained power by killing their closest friend?
Who would honor one who would place a death seal upon their own children?
But they hide behind secrets, and they die slowly from within.
One day their problems will explode.
Some will weep for the tragedy, but some will only laugh.
Look at him, they say. The genius. The prodigy. So talented, he is.
Fools. See the sorrow. See the tears.
Do not look. See.
See the death that haunts them still.
See how they strike out at the world, unable to reach the one they truly wish to attack.
See the danger. See the damage.
Do not look.
See.
Their eyes see more clearly than any others', yet they are blind to their own flaws.
They cannot see the danger their arrogance poses.
One day they will all die, victims of problems they created themselves.
Sunlight and fans dance among leaves, and slowly draw nearer to the fire of their destruction.
Black inverts to white.
White inverts to black.
