A Continuation by the Anariarch
Wandered in and wandered out, did I now walk beside my chosen few. Not in, never perfect, but gracefully did I walk beside them. Always listening, always learning, I walked. To hear them speak, to hear them roar, and to hear them cry all the same. As I, or as Myself, I walked amongst titans of the Arts. To learn and be as them, their better, and they servant; always counting myself blessed, to be among such faithful and accursed. Refused by others, embraced by some, I now do walk to my final rest. A rest we must all partake in, for in rest, do we find a new adventure.