"Ice Age"

I find it looks the same, but everything has changed.  I find remembering gets harder every day.  Sometimes, I still believe who I pretend to be.  Sometimes, the little thing's exactly how it seems.  Exactly how it seems

I see the color of your eyes has turned to gray.  I feel the wind is growing colder every day.  Sometimes, I open up the walls and disappear.  Sometimes, the crashing of the waves is all I hear

Ocean, oh, help me find a way.  Ocean, oh, wash us all away

I know that everything we did will come around.  I take the thought of you and burn it to the ground.  Sometimes, I'm waiting for this ice age to arrive.  Sometimes, I hate the me that's keeping me alive.

Ocean, oh, help me find a way.  Ocean, oh, wash us all away.  Ocean, oh, help me find a way.  Ocean, oh, carry us away.

By: How to Destroy Angels

Nomar is old... He always forgets how old he really is... Nomar, I, always seem to wake up from a dream, a prisoner... Some things remain with me. I know I am Nomar, last of the Nomarians... I know there is a man, a Septim, he has rescued me, so that I may rescue him, or is it others? We, I, must remember... I know the Dragon was, will, has, is... breaking, broken, broke... I go back now, again to Morrowind... I go back to remember, if I can who I was, who I am... I know I can break the dragon. I have done it before, I will again...

I remember now...

Morrowind! Here is black and ebony. Hear the Heart. Here is the Dragon.

I remember now...

Sound is how they, I break, broke the Dragon... Was it a solid scream of something wrong? Will it be a shout? ...A wisper of what should not be? Did I hammer it into submission? Was it the shushing of the sea? The Beaten Heart? Was it... All of these?

I remaember so many things now... How they all be true? 

Who is this woman who speaks to me in my dreams? My dreams... I see a net that goes on forever, and at the place where each thread joins another, I see a version of myself... Only it is me, who is not I... I see another man who looks like me, but does not feel the same... And each crossing of th threads begins a new net, a net that goes on forever. Each net is full of new net, full of nets... Forever!

And now She speaks to me again... I must awaken, the sleeper in me... Must Awaken!

"You were dreaming." Says the Dunmer. "Whats your name?"

So, it beginds again...