The sun breaks through shadows once again. Adolescent torment seems absurd in oblivion's wake. A thousand years of half-baked lies and beer soaked sincerity have made the elder gods angry. Even though it is too late for redemption, I fumble on through the brightness; just trying to pull the fog over your poor innocent young eyes...one more time. Sweet mistress of darkest dreams, can't you show me the way back home.