"No name to remember, no past to regret. It wasn't always like it, was it?
A staggering monster, oh so dark. Bound by the sin of the 'was' and regrets of the cause. Was it a mere replication of what's to be?
Such horror that made our nightmare dream-alike. Was I too late to change all that were? Had I no chance?
Once again the monster looked at me, our gaze met and rang did the terror filled with agony. That's not a monster that I see... was it?
No. It was... me."
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The Forsaken Ones
Fantasy"No name to remember, no past to regret. It wasn't always like this, was it?" He woke with a dream in his mind, a monster so dark the starless sky seemed to shine. Something he had? Perhaps something to be? A slip of memory that made a saint fell t...
