A memory hated by all... Made by mankind's arrogance and violence against beasts, one who views everything as hostile from the moment of his creation. He cannot bring himself to harm others, so he has locked himself away, allowing others to force ideals upon him. Many see a Deity, I see the shell of a person struggling with himself.
A strange saint, the strangest in the last decades. He is often lost in thought, not that I mind, it gives me time to wander off to other deities in similar situations- Mostly Babylon, it's a shame that I can no longer talk to him during the day due to the curse.
My brother... respected by all, a man of high status... I envy him, and the adoration he received from those dear to me. I hope to come back to him, and show him how I've grown, that he is no longer the only light of the family.
I remember the first time I came across Babylon. They were a petrified statue that had caught my eye. Such natural beauty that stood out with.. a sense of longing. Ha, I thought I was crazy, coming back to talk to the statue. I felt as if it was.. lonely. Appreciative of the company. You can imagine the surprise when I saw them moving. I've never asked if they could hear me yet.. I hope that they could. I still visit often, even when they're frozen in time.
A stranger turned friend, they've visit often, telling me tales I could have never heard, speaking of things I am unable to experience. Oftentimes, their presence gives me hope of losing this curse, just so one day.. I could tell them my own stories.