Nazorean stood on the edge of the water, his eyes drawn to it, transfixed and an obsession drawn to it. He smiled as he saw his face in the tide, it pulled back slowly, his reflection going with. He decided to sit now, on the coast, his feet planted firmly in the hot sand. A beautiful coast it was, Asul. Nazorean had not traveled these lands too extensively but it was certainly beautiful, and he liked how the warm sand felt on his feet. Far away from the cold lands, strange climate, and general area of Tahn he sat away from all troubles. Maybe the troubles of the other realms washed away at his feet and with the sand. The water, the most free a man could be, a man would wish to flow with their flux and spontaneous behavior. The water wished and swayed, its current never ending and voyage never ceasing, till the end of creation, or the lack of it, it fell. And even then, where the lack of creation began, the water still flowed deep into whatever that was. Nazorean wandered the coast, feeling the stray and harder currents hit against him, but it was no matter for he got up and kept on walking. Mountains beside him and wind in the trees, salt in the air.

       Those who went with whatever lead them to others were the happiest, it seemed. So if you were to go with the waves, why not be happy there? This thought came upon him for sometime, and it had him reflect. Some time to reflect on the sandy beaches, the salty air, and with the gulls. Someday he would be happy, and maybe even smart. But there were somethings he had to tend to first. Nazorean thought to be, he'd have to let most things go, or things that had drained the happiness from him, things that had hurt him. Let them go and let them return to be gone again with the current as well. He thought that maybe if he were to have a restart, he would be truly happy.  To those he had hurt, he would forget, to those he had been friends with, he would forget. Only a few he would stay with, maybe this was best for him and his strive to be happy. At such a young age, he thought this. Though with the short years he could have, he had wanted to the best for himself and others. He would continue his studies, but forgetting the most important things, brought him more happiness.

Forgotten they, who were important to him, with the exception of some. Dead to him until be resurrected in the new mind he had thought for himself. A new kingdom and control over himself he fancied. For this next belief came with the forging of a new name. A new man for him to shell into; the same look he would have, a different way of life he would attempt to follow. Forgetting the creation of the world, forgetting the Aenguls, Daemons, and gods. He only knew the world.

Knowing the world is how he would come to happiness. Forgetting the important things was how he would get to knowing the true world. For what lie before the world, and before the true nature of the void and other things; was the people who tried to create their own in it. To create your true self in it, you must know nothing, and strive to learn things.

Inanis.