I think I remember the Light. It hurts inside when I think of it. My very bones ache and I think they might splinter when I try to dwell on it. My body fights against such thoughts. The warmth. The purity. The pain. I'm...different now. They changed me. They changed every part of me. My hands are not those I was born with and my face... When I see it, it scares me. I'm not sure if it scares me because it has changed so much or if it scares me because I can still see the original me in it. What am I now? Did they remake me for a purpose? If they did then they did not tell me. But I think know what it is. I can hear them. I can hear all of them all the time. Sometimes they think about me. Not the mindless ones, the beasts. They think only of food and death. The others, they think of me when They come. I'm tied to Them. They don't know about me yet. But They will. I hunger for Them. The depths of my hunger have no bounds. I want to devour Them. And I can. I have. And I liked it. I am obsessed by it. It nourishes me. I think that's my purpose, the reason why they made me like this. I want all of Them. Especially Him. He will be exquisite. It's not time for Him yet. But it's coming.