THE TRIUMPH OF DEFEAT

I am absolutely aware of the fact that I have breached the order of my self-imposed exile from this virtual realm. I shall extend my arms to welcome the consequences that henceforth looms near. Hitherto, I have been complacent that my army of intelligentsia (commonly and fondly referred to as THE IMPERIAL GUARDS) will continue to reside in my territory. Weakened by the obsession for power and tormented with the possession of fear, I look upon my dogged practices in immense agony. And now as a burnt child, I have made a declaration to deploy stronger ammunitions. The time that has wistfully fled is now the past and hence it is utterly absurd to mourn over spilt milk. 32 DAYS TO PRELUDE AND 82 DAYS TO FINALE. The process is daunting but could be enlightening too. These significant days will soon be history or if not a legend in making. And hence on this note, THE IMPERIAL GUARDS shall march to war.

Only this and nothing more.