Silence of the Soul
Now, the record shall unfold from the scroll once neglected, and the party hither shall read of a journey ending in the purest tragedy ever taking the flesh. Behold I shall be your raconteur of this account. Mankind has granted me many names. I fancy the corresponding name of the Bard of Avon. Once, walked on the earth a man of great vanity. His mention, infamous throughout the region, though to contemporary man, he is just another forgotten soul drifting across these symbols of black and white. And so his story begins: Alexander, lived a full life. This man, despite his young age and small stature gained accomplishments rivaling, perhaps even greater than most men thrice his age. He was hollow. He Brandished this absence by indulging in wine and prostitutes. Those around him could not keep up, despite being more seasoned in the things of the flesh. These things pleased him, but he continued his sea...