Hails from Mister Fyr

Hello I`m Mister Fyr as you might already know.

I am Mister Fyr. There has called hundred names and there will be called thousand more before the world goes diamond gold. Since our birth is a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin as word dremched in my blood for ever my greatest and only loves heist the darko Letheene my and lover without who my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal we met on Cein the garden at the beginning of the world and una we are of fouth to won destinies, we mached the stare, sacros were sad. Before she devoured the lawn and trees with a translulucent blue flame and tore flag stones from the hand hurled the mines to the sky screaming: "My sins!" I power a granite monument in in a sound less flashing, grass with molten drop so fits gold in Fay and sending smoking chips of stone skipping into the fog.


Muahahahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!

Alright then