December, 8th, AD 2821
There is a place where no light touches, and no darkness shatters as after dawn. There is a place where the wind never ceases its lamenting howl and shards of ice ride its shivering back, slicing and cutting. There is a place… I know this place well, because this place is my black heart… and as the sounds on this battlefield begins to fade, I realize how much I lost when I left you… I love you more than life itself. Everything is so dark… but I can feel the light… if I just hold on until the light comes, but I'm so tired. So very tired… it's too late for me… goodnight…
::written in blood on a slab of stone::
::the wr