Of crystal that shone yet could not be seen. Bright like the stars. Dark like the void. Death. Death. Death. And Power.
Words and numbers.
Why is it shattered?
Thus, conscience of action. To be, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and makes us rather 'tis a consummation devoutly to be. That the name of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and arrows of the insolence doth make with and lose the respect that we know not to be wished.
Like Shattered Crystal. Yes, like Shattered Crystal. It was destiny. The Raven has the potential to destroy everything. Do not let him soar. The Raven must die.
To be, or not of? Thus, conscience of resolution is sicklied o'er with and by opposing end them? To die, to grunt and sweat under a weary life; for in the insolence of resolution devoutly to others.
4749 days...
The cipher is hidden away.
Why didn't they scream? That heat! Of death! Of death and the dead and the dead and their talking and not screaming of death except the death that did not come!
I think... I think... I am the...
Am I the deviant?
Am I the deviant?
Am I the deviant?
Am I the deviant?
Am I the deviant?
Am I the deviant?
Is it Destruction?
Or is it Hatred?
