[002]
I find my place here perplexing. These limited senses have left me as but a insect of my former self. I can only hope I can reclaim some measure of my former self. This location called the junkyard shows promises so many discarded items that the beings here do not understand their untapped properties. While limited I can at lest still sense the soul within these items they still sing to me if but faint. I only need to find the correct tools and I can start building artifacts for personal use in my goals. Also I am sure the locals can find a use for them to even if they do not understand them or the price they truly are paying when using them.