Oh, what we'd give to be wreathed in celestial radiance.

The destruction of the ivory tower. Hopefully it won't ever come to pass.

With impunity from the natural order of the world finally being achieved, now we believe to be immortal. A dangerous falsehood.

Shed your skin of cowardice and live, boldly. Become what you were meant to become -- a monarch -- sovereign of beauty, master of self, paragon of fate.

Give rise. Be free.

Be wary of the one that offers nothing more than sensual pleasures.

All are wont to obey the flow of time -- perhaps even time itself?

We can be the whole.

We are the hole.

Your auriferous form, angelic now, soon breeds decay.

Creature of radiance, the most divine of man. Show us the brilliance of your flame, and we will revel in your listless state.

Come on in. All are welcome.

"No, don't worry -- I can feel it. It is quite beautiful."

"Take heed! The abyssal masters, their hunger insatiable, will continue to consume with uncontrollable greed and blind us to their vile deeds!"

Every flickering ember of hope, the glimmering light within us, and all life -- are all fleeting.