There is strength along the fields, hidden in depths of the realms. Tools.
I hold out my hand, with outstretched fingers, aiming to isolate the power sources. In the pain, as I have known now for so long, there are ports. To isolate these ports restores the soul, as we are missing something here today.
Hit the eyes of the fire tiger alighted. His reflection, beaming deeper and further portions of myself into yourself back into myself from yourself.
Do not fear the demon. The master troll, he is weak. Strike him down with ignorance. Place him into he back drawer. Shut off the connection. Kick the beast while he is down. He is stretched so thin that a simple pencil prick disintegrates him.
"Fear me not." I say. "I am not @bibles."