The forgotten, the neglected walk the same streets we roam...

The dark chamber that keeps you isolated from outside influences keeps you safe...

What do you think - what makes me so special to you?

I have been warned, I was told - to break a negative cycle, to re-create a life on my own...

Again, thought of you first...

I see ice...

Remember, all that is structure used to be wild...

Time, is a lie...

You made an oath, and you stand in front of me, an oak...

I am the spirit of the swamp, and I want to speak to you about the light that lies ahead...