I was a builder of dreams once, Made castles tall in the sand, It was never meant to last, not really, and it didnt.
That is all behind me now, as it fades to a distant memory of a past life once lived. It firmly belongs to a forgotten time, the memory now erased from all records, to begin again with a clean slate.
I have finally woken up. Given life once more. I am awoken newly to the harsh reality that faces us all and of my place in the cold dead space among the stars, as a solo pilot without a home. It is just us and the stars at the Alpha and the Omega of all things.
The question is about the Isk! where is it? How much is there? What do I have to do for it?