Fond recollections and the haze of memory overlay with guilty remorse and abandoned hopes, creating a sense of melancholy wistfulness. Heavy hangs the head and the heart when one remembers a past of unity and pseudo-familial friendship. Af…

I suppose, first of all, I ought to introduce myself. My name is VoidEnigma, and I'm an aspiring programmer, mathematician, and pianist, among other things. I'm here to observe and comment, as I always have been. Now, as I understand, many…