*Shadow stands alone, watching with a flat expression as she watches the Empire fall once more. Her cloak waves in the breeze of the disrupted atmosphere, a sombrero'd silhouette against the sky. As she feels the flow of time around her pass, she reaches down further, searching for the tapestry that is the Existence. Drawing from deep within herself, she reaches in and draws out into herself a Matrix, a building plan of the Existence. Looking up, she finally feels [i]something[/i] like a soul awaken within her. Squashing the feeling back down, a lopsided smirk forms on her face.* "And as Empires themselves fall, so does the people who build them." *Turning away, she rips the tapestry of Existence apart where she stood and left a mark, one that would last for the rest of Time. As she passes through the rupture, a quiet voice laughs as it holds a blueprint, a building plan within its hands.* [b]The Empire Shall Not Fall.[/b] [spoiler]Nasty Piece of work, ain't I?[/spoiler]