### You poke at the essence and visions overtake your sight. *Belonging. Hunger. Rejection...* The seer's home. The tower. Rest. Breathe. Peace... He teaches, I learn. Tyria...so vast. I hunger. Worry. I explain. Dismissal. Unbalanced, he says. Speaks of ascension, Waiting Sorrow, equilibrium. I must feed. I hunger. Why is he so empty? Alone? Hunger. Nothing. HUNGER! Hunting. Blood. Centaur village, drained. Regret... He watches. Disdain. Fear. I plead. He does not hear. Shouting. Tyria vanishes. Falling, flying, dirt. Home. Nayos...