Titian: “Reflections -- they cast my visage aside, As the reflections gaze at me... A colored concerto grows, Lacking an Amethyst..."
Her Obsidian corpse remains In my soul, in my body, and in my gaze...”
Titian: “A ritual is made.” Aura Spirit: “We gaze at you...” Titian: “A pact with death.” Aura Spirit: “We know your cause...” Titian: “To descend upon...” Aura Spirit: “We have her not...” Titian: “Where souls go to die.” Aura Spirit: “Leave us be...”
And so, Titian flew... Above the souls... That have been long forgotten... Omitted by those who have lain here.
This realm lacks a sun, A benigh sight to Titian...
A lit by a concerto of color, Verdant, Azure, Pale, and Dark
A majestic sight... Titian wanders through the massless soul...
...And even this presence could not disconcert Titian’s grief... For this realm, lacking a sun Also lacked the Aura of Amethyst...
[Muttering and manicial actions of Titian]
Titian: “Perhaps she truly is dead... A purity lost, her body left upon my eyelids! No.. no! I look down to the ocean of auras... She must be buried beneath!”
Titian: “I dive down to the Aura-Sea Where Life and Death meet I shall slit and I shall kill This barricade of soul
In his mind, Titian had grown insane His body grew with Darkened veils As he slaughtered a myriad of helpless souls”
Titian: “I shall slit and I shall kill This barricade of soul My faith lies deep beyond the chasm Wherein Amethyst lies living!
I shall slit and I shall kill This barricade of soul Where their energies gather... Amethyst shall be reborn!
...Aghhhh! Where are you?!”
Titian: “I shall slaughter and I shall kill Even if it takes an Eternity
I will search to eternity’s end I will search from zenith to nadir... Dark and light have lost all attachment, All that remains is I...