Life; By Death

No, this is not a philosophical tale. No, this is not a love story. This, my friends, is destruction. But, I suppose, there is beauty in deception and this particular tale has been wrought in the dungeons of sin; in the dim, faltering light of madness. It is here where I shall reveal the beguiling nature of the life we live, of the death we despise.

I shall spin a story from the very threads of time and yet not one line shall be a lie. Life has many more faces than you would expect; and I'm here to claw him bare.

I have written this out in hindsight, as my original journal has been lost, and now, I realize I was in the wrong quite a number of times and yet, unlike many ancient legends, I shall not twist the truth to suit me. No. I believe in cold, hard, evidence. So here it is: a testimony to how the world was, and how the world became to be. It is also a record of how we, the Forces, made history - and then were promptly forgotten.