I want to erase my memory and hear those words again: I was born 87 years ago. For 65 years I've ruled as Tamriel's emperor, but for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own dreams. I have seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold, in darkness, a doom sweeps the land. This is the 27th of Last Seed, the year of Akatosh, 433. These are the closing days of the third era, and the final hours of my life.
I’ve started putting up your compilations for background music at my new job; and it’s really given my coworkers and I something to bond over, so I just wanted to let you know we really appreciate all the hard work. (I’m also annoyed to be sucked back into The Elder Scrolls because I’ve just spent eighteen hours spread over four days troubleshooting 850 mods for Skyrim but that’s not your fault 😂😂)