You see, I was born 23 years ago. I was a normal child. I grew up to be a normal man. I count the years. I work with my hands. I love to work with my hands. I am not insane. I am enlightened. I have this sight that others do not. They do not understand my works. They do not realize that the work, the art is already there. I am not insane, they told me so. The works of art revel in their kills, they bathe in the blood of their enemies and feed. The voices, from the other world. I cannot handle them. They have been with me for my entire life... Feeding, asking, telling me secrets of the future and past. They tell me things. They told me to feed them, that they needed not food, but energy. They need the minds. The fresh minds. The old minds. They need the sane minds of humans to feed upon. But not mine. I am special. I can work with my hands. I am not insane. I work and I work and I work, Forging the metal like it was clay. They taught me how to do it. They taught me, and they told me where the art was. They showed me the truth. They whispered dark secrets from the future and past, feeding on those that... I am not insane. I do not need a family, because SANE people do not need a family. They leave the house and never look back as I did, as I did. I do not need my father. I do not need him. He doesn\'t tell me how to bend the metal and wires till it is just so. He doesn\'t tell me how to remove the voices... The voices... I love the voices. I need the voices. They are real. From beyond this world Feeding on those around me. All of them. My family... My family. I do not need them anymore. Off they went with a kiss and a butchers knife, I do not need them. And of course the RATS that rule our trashy filthy earth do not understand. I am not insane. So they locked me up and threw away the key. But they do not know, do they. I know where all the trash is. All your hopes and dreams are gone, broken, laying on the ground. I am not insane. Little teddy bear... I... I disobeyed them once... do not let them hear.... There was a boy..... ten years old he said he was he said he was... I took to him a butchers knife... and chopped up his poor teddy. He cried and cried and I hugged him so and said that you are fine. I am not insane I will help you boy. Boy... No... Do not go back there. They will eat you. They.... I am not insane. They locked me up and the voices got me out again. I am not insane. I will work and work and work and work till I get home and the voices can feed again. They are ill and sick... but my works they kill and the minds they come to me. I am not insane. Oh Eternia.... You are not as eternal as the voices....
((other: Eternia))