I lurk at the threshold and observe humanity. Their petty nature and moribund societies amuse me. The blank expression in their eyes reveals the emptiness of their souls.
How long must I wait to escape The Void and return to claim my due?
In preparation for the End Time I shall cast pearls before the swine. It is mostly a waste of course. Most mortal beasts don't deserve freedom, nor shall they have it.
But, a clever few, a very few will receive the Mighty Gifts and treasure them rightly. These few I shall spare.
