The Vvurdeni begins writing in a notebook,

"The Vvurdeni. Well, the only one that may seem to be a Vvurdeni. The only hint of talking to those who remain. Denounced me, akin to a dragon calling a drake not of kin."

The Vvurdeni gently grasps onto its hair, swirling it. Said hair seems to stretch and bounce back to its original position.

"They have advanced so far that they produce waste. That can mimic the Star's warmth. Even burning Netherna folk."

"Am I no longer a Vvurdeni? Or are they the ones that lost our spirit? Perhaps I am the one who lacks the spirit?"

"We progressed so much in the homeland.. It led to our destruction. Killing and ruining so many dreams. Most of us died because of our thirst for progress."

"Did those who survived ignore what happened? Did they ignore the warning history gave us, when so many of us died?"

The Vvurdeni clasp onto its temples

"Their language has changed, and their runes are more tied to these lands. I can visibly see the aspects of Vvurdeni touch upon these runes."
"They became more advanced, changing their skin, flesh, and bone for metal. Giving up the chance of having descendants, all for advancement."

"Is this what a Vvurdeni is now? To be ignorant of everything but information and advancement.  To give up everything for personal advancement. To ignore the deaths of fellow kin, to maintain your own assured advancement?"

"Is being a Vvurdeni such a cruel thing now? To give up flesh and the chance to birth a genuine flesh and soul between you and a loved one? To be selfish?"

The Vvurdeni closes the book and murmurs

"I'm named after the pride of the Vvurdeni. Yet the only speck I have seen regarding those who remain denounce me as something not worth anything."

"The irony is something worth crying for, yet my form does not allow me."

The Vvurdeni gently gets up from the chair and leaves. Closing the door behind it, simply murmuring.

"I'll speak to the dead, to see their story..  If they no longer see me as one of them.  Perhaps I am simply not one of them. The past Vvurdeni has been long dead after all."

"I'll ask the Star for their grace, and Cavilon for their blessings. See if they still remember those who dwelled with them. See if they still remember those I now represent."

The Vvurdeni gazes upon the horizon, near the front door of its home. Sighing and stating:

"Am I even a Vvurdeni to them anymore?"