"After all that I salvaged from my original soul, something was lacking. I reasoned what was lost can be filled in, but she was stubborn. She wanted to hold onto the husk of ash and ember once I picked it clean of what she found valuable. Somehow, what was left yearned for me, and I for it. Somehow there was that faint yet persistent tugging."

"...And then it all came crashing in. The absolute weight of my sins... the other ashes of my self destruction.... the even more mangled remains of my soul. In spite of that... it fit, it filled. Though not perfect, it restored more structure to pieces imperfectly held in place of something so ephemeral. The biomass that served as the vessel of this husk of a soul was a stark reflection. Once a mighty beast, it has been reduced to a mere girl, practically a corpse, splayed, torn and shredded, desperately and barely clinging onto life. The damage it has done, the violence it has inflicted, now upon it"

"So I worked. I wove that piece of me I tried to throw away, back into me. A piece of me that caused me so much grief.. sorrow, yet fundamental. Its ashes and embers, taken back to restore the garden it tried to raze, that it may become beautiful again, and more robust than ever. Moving forward, the original and primary me, will be one and the same."

"Artemisia's gambit paid off... Sometimes I wonder what it was my mother had to put up with my father if I am a reflection of him more than of her. Other times I wonder... could I have stopped this spiral sooner in the first place...? Could... I have stopped myself from tearing apart my own soul?" -Terlynn

This song after giving it a good listen while i was down was the core inspiration.