I am formless. I am everywhere and nowhere, drifting beyond time and space. This journey was not one of my own choosing. And yet it was...wasn’t it? In a way. I could have taken a different path. Acquiesced to the demands of the Unmaker. No. Abandonment was out of the question. Surrender, too.
The path, now, is endless. Directionless. Yet hope remains, the light provided through understanding. Passing into and out of the Pulse of Creation, I have absorbed the knowledge of all that was and all that is. The potential for comprehension has never been greater. All answers are within me. To make sense of what I have learned, I am organizing that knowledge into as cohesive a narrative as I can manage.
The task will not be simple. Though I know the inner thoughts and workings of each player, they are not my own. Seeing what others saw. Hearing what others heard. I may become lost in the cacophony. And there is my own bias. I know the final outcome. The doom that engulfed us all. Will that color what I find in him? Will that hinder my ability to appreciate what brought him to that final moment?
My goal is to provide illumination to myself. To understand where we are going by understanding where we started. One day, when I take form again, I will share this knowledge with others. I may even document it. But for now, I am my only audience.
And I have much to learn.