sort of a vent thing? idk.

I have existed since time immemorial, from beyond the veil of space and yet I find myself...broken, shattered, but slowly rebuilding myself. Once I had come across a realm in which I acquired comrades, some forgotten, some lost, and some still by my side. At one point I had seen this realm as a magical wonderland, full of bright color and experiences to last a lifetime. Now I see it for what it was, a dying realm held aloft by dark yet understandable reasoning. In this realm I met many people, some still by my side, others like the ones that follow a blight upon my existance. a scientist who had lost his power and saw nothing wrong in the dark depravity they undertook and the voidborn, a scoundrel who saw only entertainment from despair and worked with the scientist to bring their wishes to life. These beings worked their way into my life as comrades and nearly destroyed me in my entirety before they grew bored of me and threw me to the side, claiming that I was the one who had fallen and become dark and broken.

Even now I still doubt myself, yet I've come to learn that although I was spiteful, although I lashed out at those two for their transgressions, It was understandable from an outside perspective. I am no dark being, I have comrades who have stood by my side, I have those who love me and see the light inside of me and my existence has only continued to improve since those two threw me aside. Bit by bit, I will be rebuilt, a scattered tapestry of starlight made whole once more. Until that day I will not give up hope and I will remember that there is always light within me. Even in my darkest moments, a void of darkness that feels as though it will consume me, I will stand strong and fight for a better tomorrow, a better future.