Life was not meant to be easy. It was forged in the anvil of despair, with the hammer of struggle. Such is our time spent down here, and such is the way we have come to feel about it.

However, dear child, it may not be so. You do not need to constrict yourself to the misery you see and feel. Does a bird stay in its cage once the door has opened? No, it seeks to fly closer to the sun, test its wings higher and higher, feel the guts of winds in its face, plummet on a prey, ...

Be the bird, dear child. Seek the open air, the smiles, the sun, the music and laughter. Seek the quiet, the tears, a good book to read, a face to draw. Seek life, and make it yours. There are so many opportunities out there, that are just waiting to be grasped.

Be the bird.



With that being said, I welcome you the the Kingdom of Bright-Field. May it become the field in which you can test your wings, and sore far above where you'd never thought you would reach.
We shall help you.