Farewell Stranger, your travels have left scars across the surface of the land.
Your words cast into flames of open fury and now personal thoughts of tranquility lay quiet.
The glow of ferocity burns ever brighter than a once younger delusional vision I have enclosed through the Phantom’s mysterious passage.
May it be true once more within a dream of realistic self reflection?
The portrait preserves this personal belief I once had.
Across the wasteland is a girl with the answer to the sickened baron known only to myself.
Must I be on my way to understand the words of the Serpentine?
I confirm the answer through self determination and right of passage. Her secrets shall be known by all as treason;
Although preserved until the end of my concluding hours.