Everybody wants to be famous.
To be well known and remembered by all.
But nobody talks about how fame isn't just a benign thing or just a good thing.
Fame is a cage because it forces one to move in a certain way, lest you be called a criminal.
Fame is an altar, and if you can't perform the miracles that are prescribed to you, you'll be branded a false idol.
Fame is a scrying mirror, where every breath and action you take becomes something someone else will scrutinize and judge you over.
Many crave fame but fail to realize how comforting and useful the cloak of anonymity can be.
After all, if you're famous, everyone knows what you do and when you'll do it.
But if you're anonymous, well...nobody ever expects you to take the life of someone famous.
-The words of an assassin.
…
'Okay, this is starting to get annoying…' Hurricroak mentally grumbled as she walked through a set of weird tree-like shelves.
