Do you still wish my phorphescence remain for you here?
Which me do you seek to see, who do you remember me to be?
Thrash your way through the bumbling brambles and mummur. You were told wisdom waited for you at the top of the world.
I did not wait. I just was… I was there. With or without you. I was just… and fair. A well of wisdom swirls through my eyes of woe. I was the saddest girl you had never known.
. to the oracle at the peak of the mountain… I use to you through here? My thoughts left upon the page for you here?
What flowers or fruit would you like to cultivate amidst the thorns strewn through this site? Lot 33, experiment 626.
I am the fruit of knowledge, you are the seed of life. Whether or not you bite me, you are all going to die.