Xenia Kayonum D. Valoryn

Nights gathers... And now my watch begins. What are we but kings of dust and shadow? Lords of ruin, Who watch empires rise and believe they will stand for all time; Who tell each other that the end will never come, That the night will never fall, that the abyss will stay forever closed. What are we but mindless fools? For the end will come, The night will fall, the abyss will open. Soon or late the Fury will rise in all mankind; And in its light the whole world will burn. Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure. And all of that, irreplaceable. Your hopes have become my burden. I will find my own liberation. Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark's unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement.