What evil does this decayed life plot for me now? Are this the shadows of the past, coming to cast its mercyful finger on my soul one last time? Or is it future, after showing a mere glimpse of all its glory and thirst, finally having its way with this heartless dream-dweller? No matter, I shall once again take arms against my own wretched self and see this battle to its end.

May the days ahead of us be brighter than the ones left behind. And may those left behind stay buried deep within ourselves.

Leethus