So the chronicle now begins, the long descent into unknown corridors, the grappling sense we may not return. Here in the darkness, there are no pretenses to keep, no facades to maintain. We are our own worst enemy, thrust against an evil that slowly reaches his vice grip into our inner core, like a hook laden with bait, waiting for the moment we tire and turn, to yank out a thick rope of blackness that is our own deciet.
We have set out on a journey with visions of defeat and victory, with hope of finding freedom and setting the captive free, while arrogantly ignoring we ourselves remain captive.
This is our story.
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