If you kind of get a glimpse of who I am, you already know the answer to your question.
The unknown high school of Intech.
I must miss you as well.
My words now hold an absence of substance. They’re just a collection of letters. I’m destroyed. I’m the host form of Babylon. Fires are raging from within, and not even water from the fountain of youth can extinguish them.
I thought I was being myself. Oh no! Self evaluation time!
That’s pretty cool, I assume.
Seem? Yes, I’m an illusion. I’m an uptown boy.