WE ARE BUT TRAVELERS, EACH UPON HIS OWN FABRICATED SACRED JOURNEY:

The Forever Mangled Source Of Both Desires And Deceptions:

I became a wanderer at an early age, fleeing from my childhood home to unravel the many mysteries which lay beyond my current understanding. I was founded upon the principles of exploration and discovery, which to this day, continue to arouse both my heartfelt enthusiasm and my genuine curiosity.

I have traveled in many different guises, through foreign cities, jungle temples, and the subtle and constraining darkness of my own labyrinthine and subterranean corridors, to find that which my heart desires: the dizzying sense of freedom that I had always been denied within my native land, which thinks not too highly of neither the wayward nor the wandering.

I have tasted the exotic fruits of many distant climes, and bathed in the sparkling waterfalls of those same ancient and secluded lands. I have felt the gentle warmth of sun, as it played across my modest features, as have I seen the wind running through my fingers; nevermore could the world conspire to contain me, now that I have known the ferocious bliss of freedom.

Yet, almost bewitchingly, I am welcomed home by those who fail to comprehend the depths of my desires, that are now wholly shrouded from their stark, unblinking eyes. I can return upon occasion, but I will never find the richness of belonging from within these, my humble origins.

Therefore, I continue bravely onwards, forever onward, unto my next adventure, never looking backward into that most bleak and dismal past, which I have denied myself: never once to recognize that I am myself deluded; never once to realize the source of my true fears; never once to fully grasp why the frightful forces which relentlessly pursue me, dwell only and always within my own weak and troubled self.