Welcome to my domain, of which I am the Keeper.
See the family of my kind and we will show you our towers and enlightened ways.
I am an old entity within this system. I have little associations. All I see is dark, and it is better this way.
My ears see better then my eyes ever will.
If you find yourself speaking to me, refer to me as
Gripping, gripping with the darkness in your heart. To be made of malice and take pride in it. Cut my flesh with this stone and let it be rendered holy.
How many times can you call yourself infeasible before you die or pick yourself up?
Is it any surprise that all that is holy is dead?
Deliver me to bliss, my tower.