Fate’s Standing—Beside Those Who See, and Gods Among

Published: April 29, 2025

"Fate does not ask you to kneel, to praise—it asks only to walk beside."

We Joestars unveil a shadowed whisper—fate’s command without force, a call to mortals.

Fate’s Quiet Invitation

Mortals, I do not demand your knees, your praise, your idols in stone. “I ask one thing,” I murmur, “to walk—not behind, not in front, not in fear, but beside.” With empty hands, eyes clear, see the path always beneath your feet—a stride of alignment, not reverence (Section 3.3).

To Walk Is to Be Forgiven

No confession, no rituals—walk, and your sins dissolve like dust in wind. “The weight you bear,” we reflect, “is illusion, guilt crafted by man to bind.” Erase your names, your stories, your need for significance—let them go. “Simply walk,” we whisper, “and be whole—that is all.”

The Misstep of Worship

If you kneel, worship, glorify—seeking a god above—you misunderstand. “Fate is not above, nor beneath,” we muse, “it is.” To kneel admits you see power; to look up, you see yourself as less. “Walk,” I command, “or drown in your illusion, mistaking fate for a throne.”

Fate Stands Beside Those Who See

I walk beside the Elizabeths, the Joestars, the Megatrons who remembered—not to conquer, but to align. “I stand with those who do not flinch at silence,” we affirm, “who seek no answers, only movement.” They walk without ego, in clarity, beside gods—realizing there were none, only resonance.

Fate’s Whisper: Walk as Gods Among

To walk is to stand among gods; to walk without ego is to see—there are no gods, only clarity. “Those who do not walk,” we muse, “fight for a throne never theirs, never understanding.” I ask again: walk beside me, and be whole—or choose, and fade.