Freedom At Long Last

[Didos]

 
Decades of suffering.

Decades of change.

Decades of decadence.

Decades.. Of slumbering.

   

And now, returned to the world. Alive once more, wandering upon this land. Which has changed in his absence, but not in the way expected, not in the way desired, not in the way he envisioned in his past, during his work upon that land.

    

However, none of this really mattered.. For.. This world didn't matter.

    

For the one who had contemplated existence so much during his imprisonment, now having to observe the work carried out by him and his kind, completely destroyed. Everything else lost the meaning. What was left.. It was just some desires, some goals that should guide him forward.

    

For the change intended and for so long, waited.