You have just found yourself amongst the rubble of

THE RUINS OF

You are either lost, wandering, or paying your respects to a dead man.

ExMoure. The very word use to mean something special to me though I never really knew what. A place. That's all I knew. ExMoure is a place, somewhere within me where I'd get lost sometimes. But that's all changed now, isn't it? Now it's no longer me, it is you who are in ExMoure, even for a moment, but a moment still, and a moment spent alone.

I used ExMoure as a handle, to identify with the personality. But that personality is gone now. I suppose I was a fairly great person, in the definition of the term. However, everything I stood for, every illusion that I depended upon, are now gone. Love, love could have saved me, such a thing. Love as I know it, sadly, does not exist. I could have been great, I could've made a marvellous difference to everyone around me, but all this potential and emotion is now dead, erased, gone. Now all that remains
is a Shadow.

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