And here I am getting ready to fly through a path that has claimed many lives. Today it will most likely claim one more in this suicide run I’m about to embark. It is time, I now begin to fly with the reaper at my side just waiting for me to crash at a moment sight. No turning back, not going to disgrace those that have given me this chance. I now see that witch has taken my brother’s life, a large living Maze floating in the sky made of pillars where the other pilots most likely crashed. A path is what I have to find inside and make it to the other side where salvation lies. The maze opening one of it’s hungry gate’s like a baby about to be fed. In the end it seems I couldn’t run away as I pass through this rusty gate.