ladies and gentlemen..... the mists of the old souls
as the old man of mist is reborn as the innocent child his memories fade. his innocence clouds his old wisdom with a spirit of reckless adventure and indestuctibility. and so he crawls though pain and the realization of corruption and imperfection. his mind stirs the old soul within him, and he see's the ghosts of his old eyes. the weakness of his new self pollutes his vision and writhes in his chest. the power of the emotions of centuries drain the strength from his shallow form. and so he turns to the Guide of his former incarnation and begs an answer, begs for a return to the mists, cries tears of desperation and languishes in the deceptions of his new weaknesses. and now he sleeps the sleep of the cold and tired, and rests in the confusion and the nothingness..............................