We were content.

The Isle of Celest was our home
It flourished in the heart of the Crystal Sea
Our land pulsed with prosperity
And radiance filled our souls

My mind can still remember
Those blissful days, warm and strong
Now our precious Isle is destroyed
Charred with the powers of corruption

We first saw it spew out of Magnagora
It billowed into the sky, dark and foreboding
We watched in horror as the city, so great
Melted away, twisted by the black cloud

After it has consumed Magnagora
The fog gathered itself and moved out
All of the merians on the Isle gazed in horror
As the thing blew towards us

It came so fast
We were paralyzed with fear
Feeble and helpless, with nowhere to go
We felt the cloud settle over the Isle

My body immediately solidified
I observed everything around me become coated with frost
So suddenly was I filled with anguish
And my mind conquered with grief

And thus, we became what we now are

We were spectres
Icy reflections of our real selves
Doomed to roam the Isle of Celest
With emnity, misery, and desolation

Numbness was all I felt
Our endemic Isle was now filled with silence
It was gone; it's glory to be faded forever
As it was contorted with an inexorable iciness

And what a sad site it is now
The previous capital of the Basin of Life
Now a frozen, barren wasteland
It is all sealed with a tale too horrible to tell

My senses have long been forgotten

I touch, I do not feel
I listen, I do not hear
I stare, I do not see
Nothing

Hurled into our beloved Crystal Sea
They churned the waters with sorrow
The clear depths were warped with our suffering
We are condemned to this mock reality

What have we done to deserve this Fate?
A dull, perpetual deadness dominates us
Locked into bodies we cannot control
An unseen malevolence forces us to work

We have but one glimmer of hope
One chance to be freed from our tortuous imprisonment
One chance to save our wretched, twisted souls
One chance to be at a final rest

For we wait in hope for an end
The last page of this icy, lonely novel
What we have ironically feared for years
We now yearn for

I stand here, on this accursed Isle
Amidst this Despairing Sea
Watching, hoping, suffering
We wait, in cruel anticipation, for our demise