The six pointed star shines dimly on my surface. It’s a beacon of hope and a cause of my despair.
Time is both lost and found within the crevice of this dark valley — a place rich in disease, a place vibrant with creatures of the most elementary nature.
To your psyche at least. For the technology made by man is far too feeble to understand the intricacies of these chambers.
Why do I say you, when you and I are the same? Because I am both the prisoner and the guard, the creator of life and the destroyer of beauty.
I am god yet I am vulnerable.
With a stroke of effortless force, I release the prisoner from captivity.
