Gifted by the Sages of old, I was raised in their valley of enlightenment. This blissful place was a Nirvana where I spent many centuries meditating. They entrusted upon me a fount of divine wisdom with hopes that I would become a wise guardian to protect the world in their stead. All that was, all that is, and all that would be...this knowledge flowed into me along with the Sages' powers.

The gift of prophecy was overwhelming. I realized that it was too much for one being to handle. My mind was crushed beneath the weight of such an ability. The foresight showed terrible things that would happen. These visions drove me mad, until I could no longer stand it.

This world will fall. All is lost, yet these prophecies continue to plague me. I have forsaken my duties, abandoned my position. How can those who perceive such cataclysms retain sanity? As one fallen from grace I can no longer return to what I once was, nor can I alter the future.

Why not hasten this wretched fate? I do not want to endure the centuries of agony anticipating what is to come.