I am oppressed and down-trodden. My soul cries out for water in a heartless land: vast, parched, lonely and frightening.
Like a phoenix, we rise from the flames. Eternal, ethereal yet stronger than ever before. I have so many stories that I cannot wait to share with you, as soon as this present darkness lifts.
Remember this, dark days will come. It is a guarantee in every life that last long enough to have meaning. But even at the end of an arctic night, the sun still rises.