Now gone - horrors converge. Reborn: disposition reworked. The futility of my work, all too late, chasing the fleeting idols. Deserted land, tribulation, our collective realization. I sought which did not exist, left me weak, drowning in my apathy. Worn down to a blunt edge, coming to grasp my pointlessness. A life lost, closing walls come into view: Reborn.