Zhyrael, Whisperer in the Warp

The warp, Shadows of the past, present and future realities that never change.

It's all the same. In the end, more unknown, more questions, ask myself,

what am I? The creature I have for persistence. More questions I ask.

Realization heads that there's not enough answers word questions infinitely looped over and

over again as I walk. I March forward, my energy. What am I asked

blatantly as I kept moving through the warp. Voices echo screams, pleasure,

anger disease. coarse murder oceans of it. I ask myself what those whispers are

, but the more I get , the more it doesn't reach me ,