Be careful dear child. Here in the seas of words there be monsters that even our Kraken does not fear. They be the tongues of old, and the words of youth. From Love to Hate and War to Splendor. Our words ring true, that it is War we worship. To fight and Take, to Hate and wroth, to wreck havoc upon the weak, and bring them into our fold. Many day you have spend here, and now your first two are now my sires. Welcome dear sister, to the seas of the forgotten, for only through Art, are we found. And In Art, are we now immortal.