If your eyes are lucky enough to fall upon this transcript of old, consider yourself damned. Those shining orbs you have kept closed to so many lies have opened to see this truth. This truth, to be put simply, is this; I am no more. I have long since left your mind and the mind of others. I am no longer existing upon this plain of continuing torment and misery. My body lives in the idea that my heart beat, my brain continues to send impulses throughout my body to carry out certain acts and others, but there is one thing lost forever. Myself. Call it what you will; soul, spirit, karma, ki, any that will bring you to understand. It is gone. A hollow shell is what I have become, but do not shed your shallow tears, it was a choice.

I have oftened looked at this world and wondered, why must I suffer? My suffering is not as great as others, but it is unlike any other. Perhaps I am not as strong as I, or others, thought I was to be. Perhaps I could not fight the demons clothed in their clean skin of lies and ignorance. Whatever the reason be, it is what I chose. Blood still flows through the veins of youth, but I will not be quite the same. The old Me has died to give birth too anew. Perhaps a better, if not best, choice I have made. But these reasons matter not. For the strange rwho has been brought upon you will be given the love and comfort I was not. This creature will have understandings I knew not. And you will love him more and miss me less.

These are the last words of Michael Wilson, perhaps one day he will return, but till the time comes he has given birth to a creature of utter beauty. From his tortured existance an angel of old has been given to the world. From this moment on, the flesh that was once Michael is now Lebius.