Once I had the privilege to meet the son of Varg. Golden eyed, tall and dark haired. Young but also wise. Aged by experience unmatched with his time on earth. His piercing gaze and his deep voice full of power. Passing the heart and reaching the soul. He know the secrets hidden but never spoke of them. He can attune to the emotions of the moment. Can drive every difficult situation to a safe harbour but also can ride your life like a chariot in the wilds, rushing you to explore the new. The observer with the ability to restore the balance.
He is a visitor on critical times. At good times he disappears. They say there is a prophecy on him by some blind elder but no one really knows who he is. Intimidating his appearance is but have no fear. Surrender and you will granted everything. Resist and loose "Eden" again. As the universe so does he work like polar opposites. A pendulum guided by the internal flame of life.
His example lives and guides those who do not believe in Gods, for he is no god but merely a shadow of our own existence. An image of wisdom and mortal strength. Lucky will be those who meet him and like a friend they greet him.
For he is none, for he is many, a faceless soul with a mirror face...