Balance... can we reach it? Are we allowed to see it? Can it see us? Is balance ready to show us balance? We, as humans long for this... charm. However, for something so far to achieve as a Hunter's acceptance, a Warlocks love, and a Titans gratitude, we are blind and staring into a mirror. We may simply never know. A concept so close to perfection, should not be close to us. Desire... and deep down we are selfish. Hope... and hatred hinders. Get something and nothing is really gotten. So what drives you here? Here in this dark room, I can't see you, you can't see me, but... you hear a voice. Why not leave? Ah yes you can't find the door... Oh does it matter, you threw the key in frustration! Get comforable, you will never see balance, never see compliance with what you contemplate. This curse is never going away. Each day it feels more pointless, yes? You can sit and squander a plethora of fortnight and nary a nimble nemesis nudges night to day. Friends forge only futility and fright from failed fights among the night. Bickering beasts, noble nuisances, crazy creations, what can you do right!? Silence is sacred, but to you, noise is needed. [u]The curse is balance itself, desiring balance curses us, it... tricks us. We all want to begin again, with a different sleight. We fail to adapt to ailments. While some tools lack luster, our cries for help only anger shadows.[/u] [i]Thank you very much for listening to this guardian service announcement. I created a trall farm, turns out, thrall do not get along. I set some free... if you see more thrall on the Malok strike, it's your problem now.[/i]