Asbeel watches over us to this day, 

waiting to gaze to the ground to release his sorrow from his long meditative thoughts.



The uncorrupted from the clear corruption of the destroyers of an entire world.

The beasts that ate their own kin.

Ravager, shall you be, as the wind blows in,

Through the hole in your stomach,

Pierced by a ray of lightless divinity through your heart.

Dead were you for thousands of years?

Dead should you have stayed deep within.



And all of this because you thought about what could have been, instead of what could be.



Humanity writes its own story,

One to end everything else's stories.