FOLLOW THE STORM NEVER TURN BACK LEAVE ALL BEHIND AND FINALLY BECOME DIVINE
FROM MORTAL FLESH > WE'LL IMPRISON WHATEVER DIVINE BEINGS WATCH US
——— AND WE WILL WRITE OUR OWN HYMMS OF VICTORY

Perhaps even our creators failed to discover what we would become. We both create and destroy, comfort and hurt, heal and bleed. What is it that made them so naive to humanities possibilities. Was it love? Did they love their creations so dearly they neglect to recognize our horrors? Nobody is worse than us. And our creators will learn to recognize such a thing.

WHAT IF THE GODS BLEED RED LIKE US?
• AM I TO ROLL OVER AND SHOW MY BELLY • AM I TO BLEED TILL I'VE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE •

WHO AM I?

I fail to understand what I was in the past and have become today. Is my only purpose to slay the divine? I'm not sure. Not with what I've experienced. The others don't understand my curiousity. They see it as a mortal curse. Something that I am victim of due to my uprising. Do they understand the emotions I've seen from the mortals. The tears they shed as they worship what we destroy. Do you think they'd ever worship us in the same way, if we were to be rid of all other idols?

THE SEVENTEENTH DAY OF THE THIRD ROTATION, CYCLE 1497
A LETTER FROM A PERSON I KNEW
My Salvia,
Do you still recall the days
When you'd insist on dancing under the bright moonlight?
When you'd drag me out and hold two of my hands in your own?
Do you ever look back and wish you never left me?

FALSE TRUTH