Arts
I dare say I rarely get the chance to prattle with ears about my time between spheres, settling into the void of life, devoid of death. This sentient house of mine does provide somewhat of a refuge from my very own timeless time; and although I'm the host I am not above or beyond the choices she seems to make, or with whom she chooses to align. Good and evil venture here, and regardless I must provide, though when balance itself is on my floor, I do tip my hat in pride. Zerzero is his name, we sailed a ship as friends. 'What became of him?' I hear you roar. One answer, it just depends... Don't worry, listeners, I'll be with you every step of the way.