A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.

Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.