As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

It Is Possible To Be Truly Mad And To Still Exist Upon Scraps Of Life.

Things Will Be Far Worse Than They Are Now. And Far Better. I Wait.

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It

There Still Might Be A Place For Us Somewhere.

I Was Beaten Down Long Ago In Some Alley In Another World.