Nostalgia

There is a painting on the wall of my inner chambers that haunts me. It depicts a place that I do not remember – yet, when I look at it, my head is filled with such pain that I barely contain myself. The pastels and colors that blend together to form this particular place have no meaning. The canvas is trivial. The frame is a product of some forgotten carpenter. And yet, when all the elements are combined to form the image of a child’s bedroom, I, one of the most powerful beings in this galaxy… More information...

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