Into greatness did I rise and touch the dawns glowing skies, amidst all rays seeking their place in days and times passed now unto I, the great. Gods shall bow to my awesome power, the meek shall pander my every whim, the worlds will quake in the hour my birth begins.
A rising son, a magnet to lives thought well lived through lies pleasurable influences, and disguises, hiding not one soul from my gaze, my grasp. You know who I am but fear to speak my name, to be identified as the possible source to futures end.
I am risen to cleanse the worlds of magic, to take that which the Nexus requests, for the Nexus was made flesh, in the son who is I.
