The world swims before me in shades of blue and green and grey.
Now all I know as blue and green and grey.
My world is drowned, and I forget how, forget why.
I care not.
My only care is for my Ring, for my Master.
If I do his bidding, then perhaps he will grant me another glimpse of it.
A little voice in the back of my head tells me my Ring is ugly- a lump of mouldy cheese upon a dull iron band…
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