here, on this lonely path do i tread,

layered by the horror which i deem my life.

the land which i cover, i desecrate

the few lives i meet, i ruin.

in a world where others like me cease to exist, i do not know who to trust,

i do not know who to blame, but myself.

i carry this burden on my arms as they beckon for some rest, for some help, but they are granted none.

blinded by the dying sun,

washed up by the rising waves,

starved by the unforgiving sands,

eaten up by the silent scarabs,

i lay here.

unable to die.

unable to live.

i am...

the Enlightened.

and i will, i hope, be the last to enlighten your kind.

they call me...

Prometheus.