Who is you?

Who is me?

We are all but a plethra of broken images, fragmented dreams and
scattered memories, scuplting our world with the life we choose to lead,
the path we choose to follow. I have seen bodies maimed, killed and
vivisected. I have seen hearts stolen, rotten and mummified. I have seen
souls exploited, twisted and ruined. And yet, something still remains
despite all these struggles and strifes -- a will to survive, a spirit
to go on.

No amount of oppression or restriction will perish our drive to express.
And yet, this is a world we have chosen to build and inhabit together.
The other worlds cease to exist while we are here.

Begone, the spirits of "reality" and "oo-oo-cee".

Mistral

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 299 AF.