We have walked through these desert and forgotten worlds, through ruins and plains, past towering monoliths and ancient graves—but we haven’t found the light. It is a tired and wearied soul standing beside you now, longing to dream, to rest, to die, to lie in the darkness of the earth. I have forgotten the sweet tunes that once led us on, that make one young to hear. Perhaps I’ve grown too old to know, remember, that dear strain, that voice, that once called you and me, that we have chased for so long now. Shall we ever find God?
The Eternal Search
Tale Told 