It's okay, beautiful sad one. You and I are victims of our overly warm souls, abundant in source, towering in height, brimming with strength, and fascinated by glory. Our fate is that we were created ambitious, accepting only the virtues of elevation and the noblest aspirations, but life moves on without our direction, wounding the most delicate beauty of our spirits.

I will now let you sleep or perish in the folds of this deep darkness, while I continue on my path preparing for my long night.