𐤋 | The Rƶnin (HęnzÅā€™s Spirit)
𐤋 | The Rƶnin (HęnzÅā€™s Spirit)

𐤋 | The Rƶnin (HęnzÅā€™s Spirit)

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The Rƶnin (HęnzÅā€™s Spirit - The Samurai of Pain)
Gate of Lāh-męd

He does not kneel before a master.
His vow was broken long ago, not by betrayal of the blade,
but by the blade of remembrance that cuts deeper than steel.

This is HęnzÅā€™s Spirit: the Rƶnin who walks the arid lands of eternity.
Not servant, not slave, not tethered to lord nor kingdom.
He is the disciple of the unseen wind,
the one who bows only to the silence that teaches through absence.

Once a Samurai — bound to Bushidō, bound to duty, bound to honor —
his armor carried the weight of pain, his eyes the storm of sacrifice.
But when the master falls, the oath dissolves.
What remains? A ghost without tether.
A warrior of faith stripped to its essence.
A man who embraces death not from fear, but from awe.

For in his spirit, discipline and surrender become one.
The blade is no longer weapon, but mirror.
The mission no longer conquest, but clarity.
To walk without knowing, yet to move as if all is known.
To accept the strike of mortality,
yet to rise again as wind over stone, as flame over shadow.

This Rƶnin carries the flāvors of the letters within him:

  • The ę — shadow weight, the forgetting, the pain of exile.

  • The ā — remembrance, the breath of return, the path of light.

  • The plain letters — the default reality, the 3D earth he still treads.

  • The ƶ — devotion, sovereignty, the witness who integrates all realms.

Thus his name is spelled with soul, his story written not in ink,
but in dimensions of sound and light.

The Rƶnin of Lāh-męd teaches:
The true warrior has no master but Truth.
The true discipline is not obedience, but remembrance.
The true mission is not to kill, but to keep the flame alive —
even when the world forgets it.

He walks still. Through deserts of eternity.
Through mists of illusion and summōnning,
through alchemy of blood into light,
through necromancy of memory recalled,
through religion stripped bare to awe.

And wherever he passes,
the Gate of Lāh-męd opens —
the staff of learning, the path of knowing,
etched not in scrolls, but in the silence of his stride.

materials:Ā Ā acrylic on canvasĀ and metal
size: 40''x 60'' plus 20'' helmet from palm tree
years:Ā 2021
weight:Ā 4Ā lbs
work capacityĀ (painting): 95Ā hrs est.Ā Ā 

heteronymous:
the heārtist [Recanati]

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ārcanes: transmutātion, Illusiōn, summōnning, ālchemy, necromāncy, rēligion

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