START Log #477

This isn’t what I thought it would be.

Lone Star, what do you see?

Are you watching me?

I wasn’t made for this.

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I don’t think I like it here.

It’s lonely.

This throne. This shard. That pillar. Those plants.

What good is any of it?

I know you’re out there, listening.

Myrrhe, if you can hear me– through our connection–

Let it be known.

I will go after those who’ve wronged you first,

And then,

I won’t rest until I see to it myself that I have gotten rid of you.

END Log #477