The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is at its brightest. Secrects hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusions than all the veiled truth of the night. I have lived in this illusion for much of my life, but never belonged to it. Before my brith I existed for far to long in the realm between nothingness and life. Even now the night still whispers to me, and a strong cord binds me to the dark side of the world, and sheilds me from the light.

lost cause