Kestrix

How many times have we died?
Are we all just ghosts in a shell? Echos of who we where?
Each time our mind, torn from our dying brain, and copied into an empty shell.
Is that truely us arriving... or just a copy that thinks it is?
Perhaps we all died with our first death and we no longer exist.

The Ravens watch over me from thier ancient tree, and the mound dwellers advise me.

I am incomplete.

Wake up to reality! The only things in this univirse are pain, suffering and furtility.