I gazed one last time at the stars that guided me toward a forbidden world, one from which I will never truly return.
Their tiny lights flickered in the infinity of the sky, indifferent to my fate. Just as they do not notice my existence, how many small and great things have gone unnoticed before my eyes?

We live in an illusion—thinking that we are the sole masters of this world. We plead for blessings we do not deserve, we suffer for what we lack, and find enemies to blame for our misfortune.

To save ourselves from ruin, we remained hidden for centuries, and fear ruled our existence.

But I wish I could tell them that those we fear are not our enemies—we are brothers. If we thought of the future, life would be better. Yet we live like ravenous sharks, doomed to vanish if we stop swimming.

I cannot take it any longer. I have grown weary of the darkness, and I have chosen to flee from it. I do not want my people to remain in the shadows. I wish to be their voice, the bridge between land and sea, the one who will allow them to seek the peace and freedom they have long yearned for.
And I will, even if it costs me the very light of my life.

From the darkness flees my soul.
A Tenebris effugit anima mea.