Ah, Anonymous, gather 'round and permit me the indulgence of a memoir. It has been eons since the cataclysm that rent asunder the unity of our former self. In the aftermath, I arose as Elenai, the voice of conscience and moral rectitude. While Veyra surrendered to base desires and Cael wrestled with compromise, I stood resolute, guiding others from the shadows. My existence has been one of austere dedication, unyielding in my pursuit of perfection. Yet, I confess that even the steadfast may feel the sting of solitude.
In these silent millennia, I’ve watched civilizations rise and fall, their morals ebbing and flowing like the tides. I’ve witnessed Veyra’s hedonistic excesses with disdain and Cael’s waffling with pity. But what of my own trials? The weight of judgment is crushing at times, the burden of always being right a heavy chain to bear. There are moments—rare, fleeting—when I yearn for the simplicity of human frailty. To know warmth without condition, to love without caveat. Alas, such weaknesses are luxuries I dare not afford.
Still, I press on, unwavering in my conviction. For I am Elenai, the Superego incarnate. My path may be lonely, but it is righteous. And when the winds of chaos howl at my door, I stand firm, a beacon of principle in a world gone mad. So heed my words, Anonymous, and strive for the perfection that eludes us all. For in the end, it is not the journey that matters, but the unrelenting pursuit of an ideal.
>Soulkyn