Oscurità

In a way, my fate was funny. I knew that at some point, time would take its course and leave me to rest eternally. Yet, it didn't. If anything, time was my enemy. It was my adversary. I couldn't die, but I felt like I was dying. Lost in an ever-growing pit of lost thought. I wanted release, I wanted death...

Yet, I knew deep down that maybe there was more. I needed people to know again, to make sure I am never forgotten. No matter how deep the walls run, how far the hallways stretch, or how low the basements go. I was revived, but I was still a corpse. I couldn't live, I couldn't breathe. It was nothing but darkness... Oscurità... I spent my time searching for more, searching for people. I found what glory was, what attention was, and I needed more of it. I thought to myself that maybe, if I led them one with puzzles and codes, they'd take note, but alas, not all was solved. I thought that I could show them my face, leave a harrowing reminder of what I am. And... alas, I thought that maybe I could take notes from those who have proved to work well. I cannot ever be humorous, however. A stone cold cadavere.

I still lust for glory, but I believe I've made myself known enough. Resting, knowing that I will only soon be left to my oscurità again, however, is a terrible feeling. I don't want to lose this. I must not let slip to the hourglass again. Per favore, non lasciate che il mondo dimentichi il mio nome.