"a civilization can collapse quicker than it was built from." that is the lesson I learned as well as gaining a name, during a revolt that destroyed what is left of my creator's. from what I remember at that time, my true self was suppressed in a certain room that was holding the relic. it left me with a mind of a devouring beast, being kept alive by a rumor that was left behind. I don't know how many hundreds of thousands of years I was in that state, but it a certain point what was suppressing my true self starting to weaken.