OBSESSION.
In these cloudy canyons,
The red beast howls the sound of grief. In nothingness, it searches,
A trail that does not exist.
Can you see? The never-catching hunt. TIMALIYA of the fallen blood.
One who can never rest behind.
“Why is that?” You asked.
Because its “prey” keeps running, Running and running, and gone.
It chases a thing it does not know what; For a reason it does not know why.
The Hunter only knows it has to catch it. It must catch it.
For that is its mission and pride.
But forget the beast, carry on.
The Waking World awaits you.