Blind to Self

Was it worth it? Was this existence worth fighting, killing, dying for? No matter how I howl the Moon will not answer, and this Dream, this Nightmare will not fade....

A lone being, of tragic, dark, and cruel design and fate ruminates on it's existence. That of others it remembers, of it's actions, of the actions of others, of how it came to be in this form, this fate.

It can only ponder, and wait. For what? Not even it knows for sure....