Prologue

I remember a lot of what i have seen so far. And I probably should mention that I have seen enough for more than one lifetime. I have seen worlds full of oceans and worlds that were lacking them. Worlds full of green fields and pink blossomed trees but also those, which lacked all of these. Burned fields, dark caves, deep woods, but all of these worlds are lost for me right at this moment and forever.

Sometimes I wish it would finally end, but then again, it would likely just all start again. As it seems I must have angered some god of death enough to deny me the bliss of finally leaving everything behind and going some place where the struggle finally is over.

I try to forget what happened, but I can’t let go. Maybe writing it down might help, even if it is just so that I leave something behind in case I leave yet another time.