An unforgettable curse, not least because of the echoes.
"For the time being, you are still a perfect reminder of what... all of these scars on my arms are for."
Ze sighs.
"If I can hold myself together."
Serving vigil from atop one of Drohlm's ever-shifting ramparts, over the desolation across the Dead Wastes below, a lone Psion stands. Not just one of the Arbiters, but the the Arbiter hirself.
"I choke myself on sacred vapour, waiting on some holy favour... basking in the solace of regret."
A Lord in hirs own right, Val often wonders why they were spared that day. The fight is neverending, as with hirs longing.
"I have waited, paralysed by my own will. Viciously reminding me still... I'm born to believe."
Why was it their life that was damned to immortality? Why was it that yours was given peace?
"I feel like I'm losing touch with what I am again... and slowly I remember why I cannot pretend, that I never think of you and all this screaming silence."
There is no doubt that ze would dare not bestow this same fractured existence upon any, especially not you, but good company after all this time would not go amiss.
"Oh God, I wish you were here."
It was over in a mere instant for you and the rest of Marlos. Brakkenmark is a true and clear testament to the destruction rained down that day. Everything changed, except hirs love for you, that only grew.
"I see in a different light, the objects of my desire..."
Remnants from the past, bleeding through the edges of known reality. Worldly forces, apparitions, memories. These are what provide the Psions with their power. Astral projection and oneiromancy allow for the strengthening of these capabilities, but it is not without its toll on the mind.
"Oh, and I swear she is not like any other, no. Something much more than I could ask for... it's too late for me."
Your face may never be purged from memory much like the fires within all of Razhüm once were. No matter how good the recollection though, your voice was swept away swiftly by time.
"With each and every interaction... it's too late for me."
Replaying in hirs mind, both lives are shown in true synchronicity as everything is recalled. Every motion, every step, every smile, every embrace.
"I am driven to distraction... it's too late for me... it's too late for me... it's too late..."
You would say that "every act's an act of creation", but it is likely then apt to follow that up with saying "every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction".
"With colours over all the wasted years, eternity will bring you near..."
A perpetual conflict tears at Val's soul, one where they regard it as their fault that you are apart. The sliver of a dying dream from the night before. A vision of what would come. But how could anyone know, even still, believe?
"I am certain, that you and I are crashing course... driven by a holy force."
They do not yet know how, nor have they had any insight that it is possible. They are determined to make it so, however. To make you whole once more.
"Did you not say we were made for each other?"
The cycle repeats, just like another story.