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In the beginning there were saints and there were sinners, there was good and there was evil, there was right and there was wrong. And then, with time, those lines which had divided blurred and the certainty which had defined the world was no longer.

And in the second half of the 333rd day of the year of the Yang Metal Monkey was born a man who would become a monster, a boy who would become a beast, a child who would become a creature.

As youth became wisdom, as new moon turned to old and back again, this half child half jument, this sick and twisted beast of burden retreated from reality learning to live between what is, what was, and what never would be. All the while waiting.

And as time passed the thing learned pity, and longing and hurt. It learned who to fear and who not to trust. It learned patience, and practice, and finally its position in the whirlwind.

So this king of lesser creatures would take his place, halfway between heaven and hell, perched on a line which grew ever narrower till one day it simply ceased to exist at all. And with this change came catastrophy. With this change came herald of a conclusion.

The beginning of the end is beginning.

Yesterday we were, today we are, and tomorrow we might be.

There is no light, we run on.