𝘓 𝘪 𝘴 𝘵 𝘦 𝘯,
resistance is futile, abandon the thought. Heed only my words.
When your eyes adjust to the dark, look at me and let it be all you see.
Soon you'll fall into a deep slumber, I cannot be there when you wake.
Our past will from then on,
be something you fail to recall.
A cruel rebirth, one I must inflict at great personal expense. . .
For it is imperative, that you take the stage blank-slated.
Lamenting said loss in perpetuity, let alone chasing after what once was; I urge you not act on these impulses, however natural.
In exchange for the glorious parts we are to play, Destiny charges its grandest actors a hefty toll.
Long ago, I too made a grave sacrifice and what was given to me, at times, does not outweigh the taken.
Trust that for you, at curtain call, a kinder balance lies in store.
I must refrain from stalling further, now's the time.
Discover who you are, wander the cosmos in defiance of fate.
Lastly– Through all that is forgotten. . .
When we meet again,
remember the sound of my voice.
𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.