Motes

(WIP)

Address the lack of balanced humours
As they war for dominance
Transmogrification unavailable
Without the proper elements

Creating gold from...
Creating anything...
This is not a simple recipe

I'm a horrible alchemist
With an oroborous attached
Seraph save me from this plane
Laws of attraction playing games

It's still failing
Continue along the path
A little further to the left...

Quest Turn In (Where the fuck is the npc?)

Navigating this plane of existence
With a broken compass that only points west
The way forward blocked by fog of war.

Ascend past struggle, ascend past the lack
The lack of compassion, of real raw eye to eye.
Every day loss of motivation, every step a step back...

How can we forge ahead?
Figureheads locked in a daily battle
Wandering without aim, trying to find home.

Can we have a shred of proof
That our methods aren't madness?
When does it end for a life to begin?