In my slumber
I have the clearest visions of a dimension.
So familiar, so loathsome,
yet unknown to me.
Where no sun dwells,
and the moons are always full.
Solitary it is, and solitary I shall be.
For none have I encountered
that mirrored my being.
I have traveled centuries of time to be at one
with the dismal plains of the macrocosm.

That is where I belong,
where my soul may rest.
I have lost all things, my body included.
What once was is now shattered to a
thousand shards of frozen flesh.
Still I search,
gaining only wisdom which strengthens me
on my journey
through the uncompromising cosmos.