"A Single Riddle." ~Xûr Mixalot Sorry guys, I didn't have time to edit I'm busy packing up things do we can put down bug-bombs down and get rid of our flea problem. I am lonely, though I am surrounded by my kin. I see little, but what I do ceases to exist. My psyche is a roiling sea of memories before me, before all, from when time was a formidable and all-knowing force, a primordial entity that ruled the universe. Those times have past, now. At least, out there, beyond the sea. Who am I?