Literature
Pieces of Madness and Flames of Rage
Ten thousand years is a long time to be alone, and it’s been even longer for you.
You've only just managed to endure it, but by no means have you managed it gracefully. If you were broken before, now you are shattered, staring through the pieces of yourself as they break smaller and smaller. The only thing that keeps those pieces from falling through the cracks—the one thing you've held onto over the long millennia—is the rage burning inside of you that feels like the only thing left of the being you once were. Those flames are the rock in this sea of madness you've fallen into—they never lower, never go out. Not