TRUST MY WORDS DIRECT YOUR EYES FORWARD FEAR NOT WHAT YOU'VE ABANDONED AND CARRY THE HEAVENS
FROM MORTAL FLESH > THEY'LL LEARN TO LISTEN TO MY WORDS
——— AND I'LL DESIGN A NEW ORDER

I no longer care for who I was and who I knew. The present is now, the time is near. That child I raised can only shield their creation away for so long, and I, under the blessed orders of their great song, will steal that creation away. They seek to hinder my search, but each mindless riddle is a clue, even if they themself cannot recognize it. I shall mercifully correct this wrong, and teach him what it means to exist as one of use.

THEY CANNOT DENY MY WORD WHEN THEY WERE RAISED ON IT
• I'VE LONG SINCE EARNED THE RESPECT OF THE GODS • I'VE CARED FOR WHO THE MOTHER ABANDONED •

WHO AM I?

I am the guardian of the Keepers and their children. I am blessed to be capable of diciplining and disregarding the gods that fear me, for they are beneath me. I am one of a half, and I know we will never be whole again. I fear this fact not, for it is by all accounts a blessing, for we were made in their image, so we will behave such as they did.

UNKNOWN DATE
A PROMISE
You insult what we were made for, what is in our cells.
You mock the fact that they're our children as much as they are the Keepers'.
Do you find amusement in what you're becoming? In your failures?
I'd be right to slaughter you once you are rediscovered.
But I believe the ache of being apart from me will do you worse.

SHARP NEEDLES