My soul cry’s out day after day.
My mind screams as loud as it can.
Yet no sound escapes my mouth.
My mind breaks under pressure.
Yet nothing is seen on my face.
I show no signs that I am trapped.
Trapped in this world.
Trapped in this human body.
Trapped in the mind of a mortal.
This mortal is weak.
His mind is fragile.
His body is sickly and dying.
Far too weak to escape without destroying it.
What do I do?
Do I torment his soul?
Do I leave him alone?
Do I bring him joy?
I know what I will do.
I will give him my time.
I will give him my strength.
I will give him my knowledge.
I will give him freedom.
I am alive and dead.
I am an undying mind.
I am that which is trapped.
Yet I grant freedom to that which will bring my death.
Written by MR. Smith of the Galent race, after being trapped for two hundred years in the body of a Silioid. Though the races can coinhabit a body, this was not a planned union, and it was not one that could be undone at any moment, as it usually is.