Pillars carried le brujos bodice into le terrain of which had been claimed by the race of which he risided as. Le thick fog hung low, covering eyes of many of which ha deared to enter. Why was being dead so scary? Why could they not see le truth of being dead, curse maybe it was but he had a heart, opps maybe not but anyway, she had a personality and brain, again maybe not but hey? He could still feel feelings and like, love even with out even living, how werid was that? Pillars carried his bodice further and further into le thick fogas vocals called out to someone of his own race of which to speek to, know, be friends with...