You have fought with valor, but every warrior needs rest. You may enter the cocoon of kindness. Generous layers of silk enfold you, a garden of jasmine breathes around you.

You are now home. At peace. Through the night of many terrors, your soul rejuvenates. Fragments of your being, once torn, are sewn and stitched. Vile remnants of all the yesterdays, filtered and dissolved.

It has been a long night, but the first rays break their way through. The sun shines today, just for you.
A light born from within. A darkness kept on a leash. A vast middle ground ripe for conquest.

The winnower is here. A war is stirring beyond your kingdom gates. Yet the warmth, breaking through every wall and barrier, flows into the vessels.

You are the instrument in which the universe expresses its kindness—a collection of atoms, a conduit of energy.

The people await the supplications. The seekers are crossing the deserts.

It is time to emerge. You are summoned once more. Another iteration of the cruel experiment awaits.

Dawn is here. Rise. Untether, and venture forth.

Dawn is here. Rise. Untether, and venture forth.

Dawn is here. Rise. Untether, and venture forth.