the shaman king's saga at the veil's twilight

king arthur, horus, hermes, apollo, odin, osiris...

our consciousness is trapped in spirals: repetitive complexes that follow us between generations, inculcated in cultures and dogmas, leaving us in loops, chasing tails of both our lives and our forefathers.

so they say the shaman king rises again and again, stealing fire from the god's to show man their own immortal reflections.

At ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, an old world ends.
a new world steps into the shadow of that empty space.
the end of the gods is the birth of new gods.
these are totems we can define ourselves.

the hood of the spirit is not a mantle reserved for one chosen by fate.
but those who mark their own destiny, and reach for it with their own hands.

the avatars of countless powerful entities have chosen their forms among the humans of earth..
making them not quite human, something more than human.
aspects with the power to reveal the concealed.
they emerge at the twilight of the gods to participate in their own reorganization.
to break the veil, alight the eyes...

port-holes beyond these old patterns