Through the dark of futures past, the magician longs to see, one chants out between two worlds, fire walk with me!
The hardest part about living in the past is that everything you tell everybody will be a lie. It’s possible to forget who you really are, and you’ll want to reach out, make a connection. I made that mistake. If you get too close, you forget what you came for.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.
We can’t count on the past. We think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. We could fade at any time.