Though the wars between us have long been at cease, and the times that had put stress on my very soul are now passed, I am now forced to look back on all that had triggered these embers in the first place. I was the secret one, working beneath the earths crust, and scheming plans, inspired by dreams of the first sleep. You were the protector, god of this place, and while your intentions may have been good, you sought a path that in the end, pained us both, ending both our worlds and dreams. That time has now passed, yet origins have brought me here. I begin to feel it all once again. The air which resides in this place seeks to hold me back, pinned down, until no end. It is truly as if my fate is inevitable here. Since the exile I’ve felt the very spirit in which this place contains, it pains for a fixed future, otherwise, a stagnant present, spinning into a silent, yet longly awaited death. Though the future it once sought for is now of some impossible, invisible fragments, I shall now bestow upon it the very death it wishes, and from there, all is up to the stars.