This nightmare...
This nightmare...

Ah, I could never forget those two days.
All still, save for the sky itself.
I heard you, you know. Every bit, I listened.
The cries for help, they did not pass me by.

Even as you laid there, death festering over your body...
You spoke. You didn't stop. And I listened.

The spilling of your unending dream projected a broken beauty.
A blood-soaked starscape coated that stuffy room and its
dreary windows. No, no... it coated its one true window.
It even seeped through it, and into my eyes.

But it was all so very painful. I cried.
And another day, I'll cry over it some more.

Accompanying you throughout, I began to think.
I thought of your beauty. I thought of what I had been
taunted with by the Desperate Dreamer.

Your elegance, your passion... The graceful, midnight-violet
dance of a freak. Even when it could not be seen, the
endless trail of blades and blood always showed; all
one needed to see so was a third eye. And with your
grace, it was not revolting, but instead captivating.

But it wasn't allowed to last. You were so undeservedly
robbed, your own greatness made a weapon. It hurts,
knowing that the Desperate Dreamer saw fit
to kill you with you.

Even before, to catch you with those wounds, I was
taken aback with emotions. There was something...
something that craved escape.

But the Desperate Dreamer would never let
such happen while keeping your essence intact.
Of course, she wanted me, and so she wanted you gone.
But even in your absence, my eyes hadn't moved.

Each sunrise a prayer, it took three before this
communion ended. And then, you were gone.
But not before you could enlighten the
final moments of a peer...

But where did that leave me? Of course, of course.
The Desperate Dreamer had neared the end of her plans.
She was not without her sympathy. Like she had
done unto you, she was broken.

I'm not to believe she truly hated you. Or the others,
for that matter. In fact, I'm most certain that she saw
you as a friend. But... she could not stand her
revelation-induced madness any longer. And to that end,
she would take you from me. She would take me from you.

But in truth... I don't know if I cared for her plight.
It's selfish, callous, but really, I don't know if I did.
There is an evil in what was done to you; Made to become a
freak - a blessing - but then so unduly slain
with your own third eye.

The Desperate Dreamer needed to be removed.
But of course, done any simple way, she would take you
and your peers with it. Perhaps not out of malice, but out
of guilt. To see you once more, knowing your ultimate fate
will be unchanged... What value was there in this?

I didn't know, but I did such. I did it quite a few times.
You didn't deserve that. Even the Desperate Dreamer
hardly did. And so, I accrued a debt to your
wisdom, and your own suffering at my hand.

With this, I make a promise to you: I will save you.
In defiance of the gods, I will save you. However it must
be done, I will get you out of this nightmare.
This nightmare...

I'll rebuild you. Break you free of your prison - the doubts,
the restraint, the endless weeping of a caged essence.
So that the vitality, wrath, and lust of a freak
may shine brightly over the skies.

To let you free of this grief,
so you may share your wisdom with all.

To grow in so many ways,
and drown the skies in your amethyst curtains.

To make it rain knives from a scarlet overcast,
coveting a lake of blood.

And perhaps, to enjoy
some delightful tea over this gorescape.

But ah, there I go fantasizing into the void.
All of this cannot be achieved so easily. Every cycle is
presided over by the Desperate Dreamer. She must be removed.

Now of course, you have just the tools for the job, no? But
don't fool yourself, it'd be no match for her total control.
I can only hope to assist you in taking such as your own,
so that the Desperate Dreamer may not retain her
nigh-unlimited power. Truly, It's no trivial task.
But I trust you, and hope you may trust me.

It's time for the festival, Yuhedone'rx.