Oh yea, we've played this game before. This inferno aint so new to me, ya know?

I once had a temporary residence here, way back in the corner.

It was a crumbling shell of a fortress, and it kept nothing out.

And I would weep and carve the words uselessly into the wall, for all to gawk and stare at.

There was no concept of time,

No understanding of the darkness.

Only pitiful, futile hope for light.

But we've played this game before, and I'm no longer a resident.

Just a tourist.

And so I came back.

For old time's sake, maybe.

And I found what used to be mine; or rather,

What was left of it.

And I found it all

Upon stacks of ash.

So neatly arranged and

So dangerously delicate.

And I got to thinking

That maybe I could just topple the whole thing

With one great big gust of breath.