life is but a dream without a light to guide ones soul
through the dark and tremendous field that is a loveless being.
it's when the vessle realizes that love is not something that can be tossed out the
window, but something that has to be manifested into the power to wake and renew the
inner being, that the heart of a child emmerges from the ashes of a once wasted heart,
as a pheonix rises from the ashes of its former self.
the lovless one will break free of the treacherous daemon that binds her heart and
constricts her loving illuminesence blinding her from further encounters of love,
she only has yet to believe in her capabilities
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