Ah, you're awake. Good... Now, my tortured friend, we can bring you back. To where you ask? Simply to the place you truly belong. You see, little girl, we are the lost men, women, and children who were thrown here to finish our already worn lives. But you, you are unlike us. You are immortal, a so-called "pure" being. We, we plan to change that. Why? Because, a pure being cannot exist where a fragile girl like you should be oh no, no, no! It just will not do!

Now see, small child, look and see the eyes of our great leader, your soon to be Father. He shall soon decree you will be sane, you will be saved, once again... So long have we waited for you, our fallen goddess, our will spoken into its own being with a right mind, a conscious! We, ourselves cannot change anything in this world of chaos and unfortunate souls, but you, you can! Young child, you will usher in a new era, one where we will rule and treat those as they treated us. Like worms.

It is time, my youthful friend, to change yourself and this existence of a "perfect" solution to the common problem of worms, lower beings than the kings and queens of this wretched world. Go to the eyes, and shape this land with your own, dark hand.