He rode the rails through factory smoke
A drifter's coat, a common folk
But when the mana currents turned
The air itself would twist and burn
His eyes could read what others missed
The threads that weave, the sparks that hiss
A gunslinger's draw, a gambler's guile
Hiding truths behind that smile
Leylines bend where he has been
The spark stitched deep beneath his skin
An Auralith with loaded hands
He walks between the shifting sands
Of what is real and what is felt
Where iron rusts and magic melts
In smoky halls where outlaws duel
He'd tip his hat and play the fool
But watch their spark unravel slow
As mana streams began to flow
The Totem's breath runs through his veins
Though branded cursed by church and chains
He siphons light from zealot's prayer
And leaves them grasping empty air
No scripture written for his kind
The Aberrant the laws maligned
To judgment cast by those who fear
The power flowing crystal-clear
Through bone and blood and steel and stone
A resonance he calls his own
Leylines sing where he once stood
The current's pull misunderstood
An Auralith with loaded hands
Who dealt his fate to shifting sands
The gunslinger who played it true
And fired with mana bleeding through
Still whispered low in factory towns
Where smoke and starlight tumble down
The ghost who read the hidden streams
And vanished into steel and dreams