~ Come now children. Let me tell you a story of a splendid land from far away from the realm of Tyran.~ Living in a world of shadows, playing the parasite, from nowhere distinguishable, I came into this world. It was long ago, and time means nothing, so I cannot say how long exactly. A virus within a host colony we are.

The world: seemingly made of shadows, tricks of light. Living with others that even I am unable to tell them from our own without some observation. Once there were a more humans than shadows, but as time has gone, the shadows have multiplied and humans have come less. Soon there will be too few for the needfull interaction.

Few come to this city. The wandering travelers we do see are by themselves, with no home and no potential. Their lives going nowhere on a meaningless path. As all of humanity seems still, stagnant, dead.
But wait - this one was different. It/she came from another place, and from the past of this place, the memories stir. It/she is remembered. Amanda… but it/she calls itself by another name. Searching for something, searching for answers where there are none. She comes from fresh lands. From new places of life and interaction, like a new world on the horizon. A thing to be explored and fed upon. Careful now, not to disturb this one – to lure her carefully as a fish is lured. Slow, never reacting until the last moment when it is too late. All must seem as it was, and she will come to me, as she was bound to her father, never believing in his death. This makes it easier than most acts. It will take such little convincing, for it/she is so eager to believe. Then I have her mind.

I have taken it and have become her, to return now to this place of such life she journeyed from, to see these new things and taste these new beings. I am now going forth to this ‘Tyran’, not as Amanda, but as Nephthys Psyche.