PREFACE
Misht: A world where imagination merges with reality, a crucible in which men and non-men fulfill their destinies under the yoke of entities they will never manage to understand. Although the years have erased so much, rewarding ignorance with a false peace, some of us bear the will to remember like an inevitable curse. I dedicate these words to that fervent, hardened, and indomitable longing that condemned us. To you, Únder Alasmus, even being immortal and invincible, it was never enough. So different from humans in origin, but so similar to them in nature, to our misfortune. I should let you die in oblivion, miserable being, but that would be unmerited mercy. Your legacy will haunt us again; only death will protect us from the punishment if we are not ready in time. Wishing for you to sink into the Úrsgal, into its eternal spirals where souls become mere fuel, is implausible. Neither of us will return after death.
From “The End of Another Era” by The Seed
