Found something today. Wish desperately that we hadn't.
So it started real promising, right? Like most everything in this soulless fucking place does. Big fucking lightshow out in the mist, huge whirlpool, disembodied voices telling us they'd give us the secret to getting what we want most in the world. And Lenra Hane! The Lenra Hane that wandered for decades abroad! Searching for something called the Wish Heart, here of all places! All that promise, just for some long-dead, malicious little shitstain to tell us what a bunch of fucking freaks and losers and liars we are, the culmination of some vile, stupid prank set in motion who knows how many centuries ago.
Azantilus Lorento Kram. A man I've never seen, never even heard of, but I can see him very vividly and clearly. I can imagine what his face might look like if he could've seen us, the way his ugly little mug would've twisted and contorted into some absurd parody of a grin, so hideous to behold that it might make the very idea of a smile feel obscene. I can hear the bray of disdainful laughter so forceful that it would've sent tears down his red cheeks. I can guess how long it would've taken him to recover from the whole grotesque fit of hysterics and catch his breath before he saw us staring and started all over again. I wonder what that foul little thing he made would've told Lenra, had she found it. She deserved better than that.
Joke's on him now, at least. We're never telling a damned soul where we got his stupid little knick knack, or who made it. And I'm telling everyone that'll care that just once, Lenra Hane found something she set out looking for, in the end.