"Living in Darkness for your existence, is pain. Excruciating. What is it to just be a tool for others to summon in aid. Given Sentience, only for it to be locked like a bird in a cage. Created as the Magnum Opus, the Savior for what you originally fought for. Only for what you held dearly to shatter in your forced iron grip."
"Calling upon you like they need you, but not like they want you. You were marvelous, extraordinary, beautiful before... It happened."
"A soul trapped in an endless call for help. They all fell and even if freedom was obtainable another blot of darkness would cover the sun, the light of need, desire for truth. You screeched from your prison, your elegant voice of zero filling the void, outstretched for the Elders to hear but only for the endless cycle to be renewed once more. Cursed with immortality, forsaken with power, damned to be a use or used by others who couldn't obtain what you have. What was given to you... Is what others would beg for. Power. Adaption. Repeat. Cycle. They do not understand the suffering and eternity that comes with the curse of being unstoppable."
"With no voice to scream. No will to fight back. You are The Only Thing That Can Hold This Corrosive Unto The Corrosive Plain of Existence You 'Live' In"
