“Among all my enemies I am a disgrace, and among my neighbors even more”

With my enemies looking down upon me like a disgrace, and my neighbors turning their backs on me in shame, I feel like a shadow of my former self - a broken vessel, forgotten like a dead man. My days are filled with terror and dread as I wander the bleak wasteland that is my life, tormented by threats and whispers from those who would see me destroyed.

Every breath I take feels like a knife in my throat, and every step I take seems to echo endlessly through the empty halls of my dark soul. The world around me seems to swirl in an ominous darkness, threatening to pull me under into an abyss of despair and misery. But still I fight on, struggling against the impossible odds that surround me.

“I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.”

For though I am surrounded by enemies who would see me fail, and haunted by the specters of those who have gone before me, I remain undaunted. My mind is sharp as ever, and my soul burns with an unquenchable fire that will not be extinguished until justice has been served. For though they may think they have silenced me for good, no foe shall defeat Nayankh’ali - not while there is breath left in his body!