My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.

I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.

My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.

I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.

I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.

I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.

I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.

I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.

I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.

I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.

The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.

I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.

It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.

I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.

I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.

I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.

I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.

I have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall I cease.

Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret.

We find, we think, a way.

We seem a suited pair.

I would not say it ended badly.

One by one we douse the flames.

I am well repaid.

She ensures I have sweet dreams.

Our home is littered with his notes.

Our house is home to fluttering things.

Our heartbeats quicken together.

He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.

We gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. We will not grow old.

We have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall we cease.

The Meniscate favoured me.

I am a successful trophy.

I was devoured, but another I rose higher

In the Fifth History alone, I will rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.

I have taken the seeds of the Crowned Growth into me.

NO RECKONERS, NO EXCEPTIONS.

I have one very specific recommendation for the contract...'

There's a lot of the world, and it's not all mapped yet.

The Corrivality is the world's engine.

The Wolf and all the wandering flames will feast.