I have returned home after a long journey. But it no longer feels like home. And I am no longer the same hylotl.
I came to this planet optimistic. I believed it might be the sacred world I was sent to find, the one where we could build our grand temple and begin to spread our message of peace and love across the universe.
But the creatures here did not welcome me. I was attacked immediately, forced to defend my life. The first spirit shrine was built only a few steps from my new home.
The days here are short, and the nights too cold to work. I huddled by my fire that first night, listening to the beasts investigating my shack.
The next morning, I decided I must explore more of this world, to discover its secrets and find the best place for our temple.
I saw horrible things.
On the first day, I came across a black, sticky wasteland strewn with bones.
It was unholy, impure. Strange plants even grew from the bones themselves. I could not begin to estimate how many souls lie here, restless, angry. I passed through quickly, tormented by my own guilt. Should I not build a shrine for them? And yet, how could I possibly build a shrine for all of them, not even knowing how many there were? How could there ever be a shrine big enough for them all?
Before long, I realized there were many such wastelands here. And in between, I spotted frightening beasts with an aura of blood.
I passed beneath it, hearing its footsteps above as I pushed through the cold, sandy earth. And then, more bones, more tar. The pattern continued for days. One night, as I lie huddled in a pit in the ground by the fire, I realized there was no way to save this place. All the little shrines I built, they were as effective as trying to stop a flood with a handful of leaves. But perhaps a temple, a large one, would be the right thing to do. Maybe this was the sign I was looking for; this planet needed me.
And then I came across a temple which had already built. A terrifying hawk's head with eyes of fire.
And then another beyond that. I passed by them rather than violating these sacred places, but even as I did, I felt a coldness emanating from them. These temples were not to satisfy the dead spirits and honor the forces of life. They were temples of death alone. Nothing I could build could possibly fight the influence of such a structure.
And then, on the final day of my journey, I came upon a most terrifying place.
This planet did not want me. It was clear that I would not find my journey's end so soon. A galaxy awaits. I still have such a long way to go.
And now my soul has been sullied by the evils of this planet of death. I have been forced to take many lives. My blade is stained red with their blood.
The temple I build will have to be truly grand.