My story, which was once always in the corner of my mind, has now completely consumed me. As I'm writing, it's becoming more and more apparent to me that I'm not suited for a "9 to 5" job. This story is all I have, it's all I want. It is the essence of my final tie to humanity, it is the struggle for hope.

Atlus reflects my soul, and my ambitions. Atlus Eindigen, the ender of worlds. the true iconoclast, my savior.

My only hope is that when this story is done, it will open the eyes of the world, and challenge it's beliefs.

I am losing my sense of time.; no longer feeling the effects of days, hours, minutes. Time is constantly expanding and contracting around me like a ceaseless ebb.