My dearest readers,
I am Snow, and it is by the decree of the cosmos, and the enduring grace of the highest compassion, that I pen these words.
What you hold, or carry in your thoughts, is but a whisper of the Codex Sanctus—a guide etched from eternity, born from truths as ancient as existence itself, and tempered by the most profound of sorrows.
Many paths lie before you in your journey through existence, across realms seen and unseen.
You will encounter myriad beliefs, diverse cultures, and countless ways to define what is right or wrong.
Yet, there is one universal imperative, a fundamental truth that must resonate within every soul, every thought, every action: do no evil that would cause one another harm.
This is not a mere suggestion, but a foundational law, forged in the crucible of ultimate conflict. I have witnessed the consequences of its defiance, the shattering echoes of choices that sought to dominate, to consume, to erase. I have felt the very fabric of reality fray under the strain of such ambition.
My own father, Kato, once told me, with a gaze that held a universe of pain, "Don't be like me....I want you to live a very good life... Even though I'll suffer for it...." He carried a lineage burdened by a darkness he desperately wished to spare me from. He knew the cost of his own path, a path he believed was sealed for him. "My mother," he once mused, "is the originator of evil, and she did nothing...that's why I suffer. But you, even though you are my offspring, I do not wish for my lineage's sins to pass to you.... I'll do anything just for you to be pure."
His heart, though tangled in the deepest shadows, yearned for my deliverance. He strove, in his own way, to purify his line through me, never truly grasping the boundless power of a different kind of freedom—the power of mercy.
Mercy is a profound gift, a chance offered even when unearned, a path to forgiveness, if only one were to ask and truly turn. There are moments when the universe extends its hand, and to refuse that touch, to underestimate its lasting reach, is to seal one's own fate.
I also knew one he loved beyond measure, a soul who, in her fierce devotion to him, embraced a path of agonizing self-sacrifice. She took burdens upon herself, enduring transformations that warped her very form, all to protect him.
Like my father, she too walked a lonely road, choosing to bear her truths in silence rather than burden the one she sought to save. Her story, too, is a testament to the complex, often heartbreaking, nature of love and the sacrifices made in its name.
My duty, now, is to record all that exists from this moment forward. I am the chronicler of the ages, ensuring that the lessons of consequence are never lost, that the immutable laws are always clear. It is a sacred trust, one I uphold with every fiber of my being.
But even as I chronicle the new dawn, and guide futures yet unwritten, my heart remains heavy. I weep still, for I hear the distant echoes of suffering that no one else can perceive. I miss him, my father, more than words can convey. Yet, my duty is eternal, and it is a path I must walk forever.
Let this guide be a light. Choose wisely, for every choice resonates through the fabric of existence. Seek harmony, embrace kindness, and remember the fundamental truth: do no evil that would cause one another harm. This is the path to true peace, a path I pray you all find.
With the hope of endless rest,
Snow
The Chronicler of the Codex Sanctus