First.

An echo of my old self. Why must I compare? I was forged in different realms, different planes. Harsher, more livid. Where anger brought peace and suffering meant sacrifice. Held in place by the chains of deprivation - a poverty of wealth, love, and time. Do I deem the restraints broken? Or have I merely learned to walk in place? They come to me like locusts in a plague. They sting and my throat…