The Body dies; the Soul remains. The face of Digiterra, like all things, changes.
I commend my comrades for creating the only group that could be home for me. With home no longer there - I ascend. Will I return? Every time I leave, I say "no". But that's just it - I say it every time I leave.
Mad monkey love for the Shadow Man, Biff, Don, BoB, Prodigal Moon and all the other gentle-entities that made up our coterie. I'm sure if something fresh happens, focused prayer into the Great Beyond may serve to induce a reincarnation - yet again.
In the meantime - adieu.