Second Coming of The Last Light

I was once a star. I once shined very brightly. I once spread my light and warmth. But my two guiding lights were no more. Now I’m just a dead star, cold to everything but the embrace of death. Now I am Corrupted. I loathed the code, hated the system, and cursed both worlds. Yet here I am. Speaking. Though I no longer shine, yet here I am. Living. One fateful day as fateful as that incident, I was urged to remember. The Sparks of my shine. The ember of my light. The hope that I… that We carried. [Would you like to enter the trial?] [Yes/No] [Yes] So here I am. Once again trying to make my mark in the corrupted world of Tritos referred to the Players as a game named World Fantasy Online. I hope to undo our corruption. I hope to ignite our ember with the blood spilled by our nemesis. They were many and we were only one. We must be careful. I hope to continue this diary later. I hope my hands aren’t so red by then to hold a pen like this. To the future me that read this, I hope we found what we seek in that world. Ourselves, The Last Light. Cheers...