Achieved power absolute, a new trial emerges to match. Sensations of the flesh dulled, from atop this apex you can only fall… Fall! For the pawn to become queen… to rule a crumbling empire. Continue the struggle, commit your sins, while knowing that you matter not. For the heart of the ruler… climbing over the piles of dead. To find your meaning, you silence yourself. And the wounds grow deeper. Why must we care, for what we cannot help? Why must we suffer, without a purpose? Why must we think, when there's no reason? Why must hope lie in what is not real…?