Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess we seek it thus and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water’s surface. The wandering soul knows no rest. Loveless act i
My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow.
Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return.
There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.
My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honour remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess. (Loveless act iv)
My soul, corrupted by vengeance. Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey in my own salvation and your eternal slumber
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul, pride is lost wings stripped away, the end is nigh. Such is the fate of a monster. If this world seeks my destruction, it goes with me.
My friend. Your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess, Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world’s end. The wind sails over the water’s surface. Quietly, but surely