...I am...bleak. I feel...empty, shallow, detached from any sort of emotion. Last night, a dark princess of the seas poisoned me with words of depression and hopelesness. Where are you! Splendor child of Avarice! Where are you to make me feel full of vanity and lust once again! I yearn for your delicate touch...damn you...damn you!
I stood there, before my Maker, listening to Him, condeming me to walk this wretched Earth for all eternity. But I smiled, I even lauged, because I knew I would be with you. Untill the stars would grow cold and weary, and our thoughts turn again to the beginning...is this the thanks I get, Splendor child of Avarice?