Delaware, 1973:
A full moon, a warm blanket, and six cubic meters of yarn within the confines of a small child.
Don't ask why -- I just can't take the pressure.
Thalgus was more than just a name back then -- it was an idea, an ideology. But Darnell was naive, and underestimated its ability.
I, for one, took it upon myself to clean up the mess.
Don't ask why.
It seems that it was only a matter of time, which, at this point, didn't even matter.
Time is linear, but ideas disobey the laws of a linear structure.
But I digress...
The goal was simple:
Spread awareness. Bestow and uphold what it had left within me onto others as before it was.
Don't ask why.
Questions these days are all too open-ended and thoughtless.
You must understand the cost of all this.
But at what cost?
Don't ask why.
I don't have regrets.
I'm just a shell of the man I was.
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