Wading through the incandescent glow of uncertainty, I slip. Lacking the companionship that I so desire. Forgotten by the winds of time, to this I decree. I shall not give in to the despair that has forsaken me, for I shall not fall to my knees. Sto Solus. Not only alone, but with a dire mission. To endure as I always have.
I feel I shall prosper, soon, with unknown aid. A reason for seeing, a reason for believing, a reason. I shall tire to my secluded world of reason and delusion... for now.
I feel I shall prosper, soon, with unknown aid. A reason for seeing, a reason for believing, a reason. I shall tire to my secluded world of reason and delusion... for now.