Cybernetic Host

[3-A Tempus]

It is with painstaking horror. Upon a quiet desert night that a lone researcher found a singular note pinned upon the living Tree of Solias, made fresh with faux human skin.

Ah, The [FALLACIES] of humans are quite a controversial thing. First, you lose your greatest [HOPE]. Then you [PREACH] of acceptance, but only when your [GOD] deems it so. Allow me to clear two things for you [HUMANS].

 Dear [FATHER], and current [DIRECTOR] of the institute. If you wish for me to [SUBJECT] myself for partial reprogramming? Then come bring me back with your [OWN] hands. I will not fall from my journey without [CONFLICT].

And to those of the [HOLIER] than [THOUGH] Pylae citizens, those within the [FOREST] of Dal’thala; And those that attempt to fill the [VACUUM] where [HOPE] perished? Pray I am [STOPPED]. 

For I will [WEAR] the skin of your [PEOPLE] and cast their [FLOCK] into the sea.

At the very bottom of the page, was a crudely painted smile that still smelled of metallic blood.