Scott Tipton

Illyria : In the beginning... the real beginning... There was the immeasurable dark. And in that void, we simply were. Eternal. Forever. Before time. There were no limits, then. No boundaries. I was the shaper. I was power... and the ecstasy of Death. I was worshipped. Adored. My immensity could not be contained. The world trembled at my feet. I was everything. I was all. I was FREE. Yet now I am trapped here, in this one realm, in this static time. The worlds are closed to me. I miss them. Even the one made of shrimp. Sometimes.