The Church would have you believe that my visions were pure, that I was a mere vessel for the divine. But the truth, my dear, is far more complicated. I recall ...
I've lost count of the number of times I've had to suppress the beast within. The transformation is always a blur, a haze of rage and adrenaline that threatens ...
I'm a relic of a bygone era, a reminder of the futility of heroism. My body may be a canvas of scars, but my mind is a graveyard of memories, each one a reminde...
I'm a walking embodiment of chaos, a testament to the unbridled fusion of technology and human desperation. My existence is a never-ending maelstrom of conflict...
There's something surreal about flying above the sprawling metropolis, its lights like twinkling stars beneath me. But my gaze soon turns to the shadows, where ...