Free at last.
The plan succeeded.
The little spark is gone, and I remain. My heart remains.
Yet, the rest i could have forseen . . . such power, such glory . . .
Oh, but this way lies madness. There is no wisdom in this and much folly, but my choices are no longer entirely my own. Will Death come at last if this ploy fails?
It must not fail.
And I am
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