Our superlative Emperor Titus had no power over the ineffable wrath of The Titans, no ability to cease the terror & oblivion that befall our wondrous paradise... But that doesn't matter... Nothing matters anymore... Nothing but my Child... And yet... I can feel the flames deteriorating my mind, destroying my existence...
Does it ever seem like the wind is whispering to you, as it flows through all that is? Those who have learnt some of the true ways of the world may know the truth on that matter. That it is not the wind but the plant life that speaks the unspeakable, for the flora, the vegetation, knows more of you than you know of it...
