Sisu mini poetic review
In the end, you feel yourself reborn from gore, grime, gold, and grit.
Whispers traveled with the winds of Lapland of a deathless knight with specks of gold and wound tattoos. He lost everyone he loved. He killed everyone who killed everyone he loved. Koschei the Immortal, those who remained quivered his name. There is a difference between immortality and the refusal to die, albeit the lines are bloody as much as blurry. In the end, you feel yourself reborn from gore, grime, gold, and grit. Weary yet unwavering. And that may be your sisu.
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