• I live in a world of crushed dreams and half remembered memories. It's a world of broken realities where wishes twist and flow through your fingers like so much dirty water, leaving you only remnants of what you intened. Mine is a place where the things you want seem directly in your grasp but the battles are not worth the fighting. Too much blood is on my hands, too many things have been bought here with this kind of currency. And my guilt is finally beginning to weigh too heavily upon my shoulders.