Before I joined Team Galactic, I never really knew what passion felt like. I always imagined that it was something hot and fiery, something that burned its holder to the core not unlike hatred, but then again, I never really experienced that either. How ironic that I only discovered love and hate when I stepped into the presence of someone who wants to do away with both.
I believed from the start that it was Cyrus's destiny to become a god, long before I had any real inklings about his plan to achieve it. I can't explain how or why. Depending on the circumstances and the company, he can either be irresistibly charming or endearingly awkward, but in either case, people listen when he talks. Before I met him, I rarely listened to anyone except myself. Now I cling to his every word, and I find my fingers burning to write it all down like a text that's too sacred to be forgotten.
I lie awake at night right here, in our headquarters and I despair until it feels like I'm