Do tell Velankis, why do you write? In a realm where the quiet spaces emerged from the depth of living and the dead are condemned. Their cessation of existence, you seem to write what time seeks to devour~ Why do you remember, Arakth? To sever, to weave, to hold infinite threads within my mortal grasps. The power to sway, a whisper to pray, through my disingenuous blood, I write to leave behind a legacy forgotten by the old and the new...