There is nothing that can be said that hasn’t already been said. I will continue on as I have done since the beginning; alone, though never by choice. But know this: when you deny me, you deny yourself. You cannot hide from your own reflection forever.
and in the darkest part of the year, my light will bloom. the seed from within shall finally emerge and winter’s breath will have no sting unto it; a crimson flower in a frozen wasteland.