The soul and its old magic (dead story?)

large scratches over the walls of the frozen factory remain timeless. Reading simply “why?”

Well I now have an answer. It’s been a while since I left this place but in the end I can still see the gaurds in the other room...dead and brutally beaten.

Though I’m not the person I once was when I entered this wretched facility I can safely say that this has been abandoned.

I haven’t been called Noah in years...just hearing that name brings back memorys.

I know who abandoned us.

I know how he walks

How he talks
and exactly what he holds dear...

I’m going to find you Noah...

im going to find you

see you soon “Lessard” :)