Mayfly Requiem

I am sorry for everything. It shouldn't matter anymore, but it does, and I can't move on until I come to terms with the things I have done. I am now two thousand five-hundred and eight years old, and I have far too much to atone for. I have loved, I have lost, and I have killed. I have seen golden eras and dark plagues, nations rise and fall, and people turned to dust and forgotten while I remain constant, always waiting, always watching.

I was once an Aulor, a Child of Time. My name was Lan...