Okledia

Why is this? Who has created you, little Paradox? When were you born? What do you want? Why are you here? Why are you taking my energy away... so slowly, yet so firmly. Why?

An impass. A shadow. Oddness. That's right.


A craving and a nosea merging to create you, little Paradox. My verdict. You are killing me, you know... You love it, don't you? So, paradox... Your inexorable journey is just starting... You are young. I just wonder what to expect when you get stronger...

And that's how it is...