Plating the Ahamkara bones in silver helps to quiet the auditory hallucinations… o bearer mine.
Few things can see the Light, but we are not blinded.
The Bearer seeks the truth, but what separates truth from fiction is fragile.
A pair of truths and a single falsehood upon the Bearer we shall impart.
Brother, ally once more, sends his regards.
Dreamer, awakened, the Bearer shall meet.
Light fades, deep within the Prison.