[ Her hand lifts to her throat in sheer reflex, and perhaps, to swallow that ugly and brittle laughter. Yes, marks, hasn't it just?

Deep and unforgiving. ]

As I left the mark upon all the world. There is nothing left of those that stood against me, now. I am no longer She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity. I am the Endless Wail, the silence after the screaming.