I Shall Be My Own Sword

The blade shattered, plunging into the bone-chilling cold. All earthly instruments are mere futilities, their worth discernible with a single glance. "What use do I have of swords?" She holds no attachment, nor does her gaze accommodate anything within. "From now on, I shall be my own sword." To transcend perceived precipices and achieve unprecedented breakthroughs, one must regard themselves as "kindling" to fuel their own fire.