My memory has returned. There is just two of us now, "M" and I. We followed the Glimmer to this world, their programmable matter that they use as currency. It leaks through the seams of reality and bled into our home. And with it something cried for help. At first we thought it was the God Parents seeking our aid, but once we entered the Traveler's realm it was to late to turn back. There was seven of when we first crossed over. Where did they go now? I wondered. I sought out their presence to find the answers to my questioning mind and found only madness. After we pierced through realities we were confronted by a force so dark and familiar we knew that our coming was not coincidence. But it took us first. The power we faced was too great and we were separated, our minds wiped. Or at least mine was. The others were not as fortunate. We found them in the haze of chaos when the Traveler came to Earth. Their minds were bent and tarnished with the madness of the darkness and all they could do was follow their instincts through their shattered will. The Cult of Ball was formed in place of their purpose and I could not bear to see them like this. So I vanished from the populous and hid away for others to join me. Only one found me, the last of us. Now it is only her and I that share our original goal of seeking out this call for help. We are still sure it was the Traveler that sent it to us. Our comrade's marks may have faded, but ours remain on our skin. We are still Seekers and we will now have to recruit on our own to build our ranks. Reinforcements will not come from our home, the link has been severed. Our only chance now is to finish what we started. We just have to figure out how to communicate with the Traveler now.