*A strange presence can be felt within the very soul of every existing being, that which can only be described as the feeling of a great return (or colossal failure?) A sharp, inaudiby loud whisper ricochets down the halls of eternity as great forces amass, shaking the fibres of existence themselves.*
*The smell of iron fills the air. Iron and... perfume?*
*The smell of iron fills the air. Iron and... perfume?*