I, entering a universe, dreams and ideas swirl about me like a storm of tragedies, and suddenly steal away my imagination.
Holding my breath as I come closer to the shadows, this voyage to the eternity to find the roots of this fall... and shining below me (sprawled) a strange, desert land, where ruins of power and wisdom lie among the souls of the kings.
I wander into my void (and considered) what kind of mysterious people once flourished here, where the filth and beauty were one, and the pride and victory where everything.
Nothing was further from my mind, until... something moved... a clear, vanished eclipsed sun appeared in front of my scars.
I, the pastfinder.
I set my soul on fire, we will reborn through hate.
I realize the eternal searching, until death do my part...