For my beloved art thou amongst the trapped spirits that suffer endlessly in the cycles of life. For may thy be free from the confines of this darkness and return to the light. May my light reside in you to guide you home.

Many fantasies we make to fill the void. The search for happiness found in the imaginary ideal of what could be. Stories of days gone by and lost tales of lore funnel out of the minds of those who seek its union. For what we might have seems just out of reach, for then we retreat into another world of deception only to find false comfort.

What are the motives that drive thee?