The minstrels that wander on the starlight have found me ...
I see by the timestamps not so much time has past for you on this plane of existence. For me - where before a mere moment had past from my perspective - now, an eternity has come and gone. My mind was snapped and twisted beyond ... there are no words. Eons of darkness - never dying. Never dying. Awake. Always awake.
I know not whether this is the prison and the dark is the light. I know I can speak again, for in the Other Place, there is no voice. No word. There is only the eternal scream of the howling winds.
Yet, I see my voice did speak while I languished in my prison.
Am I not MODMAN ?