black symbols dashing across the page- they have no meaning but the ones we give them, but their splashes are oh-so glorious. the power they hold is inconceivable, but they are so fleeting- there one day, gone the next. it is said, however, that they may last forever: you can never take them back, but oh, how we return them- faster speeds, more damage, the world's most deadly weapon.

take them. use them wisely. craft them, sharpen their edges if you must. but oh gods please use them wisely.