Greetings Aetolia

I write this a completely broken man, blinded by tears for the things I
have done, and the things I know I will eventually do. I write this as a
priest, though after this writing, I will be rejecting that as well. the
things I have done, and in some instances not done, have left me with a
pain I would not wish upon my worst enemy. the Life of Love,
preservation of life, protection of the innocent is one that I can not
uphold, as do not even care for myself, I have lost the only love I ever
had, I do not care anymore if I live or die, therefore, I am no good to
anyone, as I am not even good to myself. I have no plans of where i will
go, and I dont care. wherever I go, I will still be there, living in the
cesspool I created for myself.

Manyr Corona

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Khepary, in the year 91 MA.