All around, I see them. Faces, happy faces. They talk, they really do I
tell you! Don't say you don't believe me. You're all wrong! All out to
get me, I know it. Stop talking, voices everywhere. Let me hear!

Is that you? You've grown so much brother. I'm sorry we did this to you,
but it's all good right? I'm glad to hear it. To kill you months after
your birth was wrong, I truly am sorry. I'm glad you believe so too. I
look forward to seeing you again soon. I love you.

What now? I'm dirt? Of course I am, we're all dirt! It just takes a good
eye to see it. When you accept this, then and only then will you ever
truly be able to embrace the Chaos around you.

I hate them all! Stop talking! Greyface, you and your mountain of
Bureaucracy in the desert, watch as the winds blow, see the change all
around. Embrace them, don't become like him. Don't become like those who
claim to know Chaos.

If only, if only they were pure like you. You were such a beautiful
creature, so innocent and pure, like a baby lamb. Sacrificed in place of
Him, evil evil evil. I only wish the Underworld has treated you well,
foal, for you had such potential here. Or so they all say. If only I
could look upon your fair black coat once more, you little unicorn.

Chaos is all around us, look out and see it. He is, He was and He shall
be again.

Montago Vas'amaen-Ze'Dekiah
Prophet of Babel

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 430 AF.