Knights of Tezoth

Who am I? Where am I? There are no answers to these questions - you do not know yourself, and others do not remember you. You should not exist; this universe has no need for you. The only one who cares about your fate is the torturer who assembled you from a myriad of shards. Your soul is a kaleidoscope of suffering. You find yourself at the edge of the universe. Just recently, dogs were tearing you apart; now you are drowning in magma; shortly, you will be transported to a happy setting, but only so that moments later everything that managed to become dear and precious to you would be taken away in the most cruel manner. In rare moments of mental clarity, you realize that everything happening, aside from the vast black hole, is nothing more than a mirage, but this realization does not help soothe the pain. The torture continues for millennia.