Second Coming of The Last Light

I was once a star. I once shined very brightly. I once spread my light and warmth.
But my two guiding lights were no more.
Now I’m just a dead star, cold to everything but the embrace of death.
Now I am Corrupted.
I loathed the code, hated the system, and cursed both worlds. Yet here I am. Speaking. Though I no longer shine, yet here I am. Living.
One fateful day as fateful as that incident, I was urged to remember. The Sparks of my shine. The ember of my light. The hope that I… that We carried.
[Would you like to enter the trial?]
[Yes/No]
[Yes]
So here I am. Once again trying to make my mark in the corrupted world of Tritos referred to the Players as a game named World Fantasy Online.
I hope to undo our corruption. I hope to ignite our ember with the blood spilled by our nemesis.
They were many and we were only one. We must be careful.
I hope to continue this diary later. I hope my hands aren’t so red by then to hold a pen like this.
To the future me that read this, I hope we found what we seek in that world. Ourselves, The Last Light.
Cheers...