love everyone that you can

[Kynim]

i've lived every path of life that i can trying to find the answer to it all

i've told the same story so many times

in threes, they came, and in threes, they went

mitsuki. rudra. kousei.
melidoyla. dyaus. kiri.
morana. bronach. salem.
miyuhiko. ji-yeong. najya.
winder. william. melos.
milos. enki. isobel.
monday. aeacus. catell.
winter. summer. fall.

it was a fundamental law of the world- or maybe, my own personal experience-

is that how i found out about you,

the triple goddess

mitsuki. tenacity. azalea.
harmony. joy. hope.
koretheia. azalea. aschea.
varuna. mitsuki. sunflower
at the end of the path.. i bound through a mirror of the spirit realm's mirth

i became mitra.
three beings intertwined-
varuna.. the djinn of azalea, malformed and incapable of bringing change. half-formed from aschea's death, nascent- like her patron.
mitsuki, with no will to press on after realizing it was all for nothing.
sunflower, the part of the kitsune that might continue as a spirit after we became one.

.. and thus, though little believe me,
mitsuki did pass on- for sunflower was nothing more than their spirit given idealized shape. a wish is what brought him back. a wish is what tied us together
a wish tore us asunder

i'll play the part you want me to

keeper. lover. father.
brother. guardian. king.
priest. songbird. radiant.
singer. artist. creator.
messenger. dancer. harmonist.

i would do it all for you,
again and again and again

i travelled this world more than any mortal might dream to,
surfing the clouds of the blue isles with my father,
masquerading- for a time, as a beggar in valmasia to tell a story-
in sarradia, i danced with the great houses
in esshar, i wove great magic in service to the vale

isn't this what anyone should desire
a life fulfilled, to their own dreams?

these are not dreams of my own, no, they are..
what others might do. i don't know if i ever found
what it meant to experience joy for myself. to do it for my own

i lost my sister
and my father
and my mother
and my brother

my husband revealed something grave to me,
a foe told me something worse
it was all a lie.. and with that, i wove the land anew-
perhaps this is why caius was chosen to represent arcadia
for it was abandoned in the end

i did everything that i could
but was it for anything?
i couldn't blame you for it william
or aaliyah, or winder, or iaoel.
this world can be so cruel.

it's so bleak you might drown in the mirth of misery

desolation and destruction
the sisters of death will claim all you love,
necromancers will infect the minds of those you see potential
demonic entities will find their way into your home and assassinate those you care for
you just need to keep going

bad things happen in this macabre world
humanity was born to suffer and accept it
my joyous, dreaming heart is a servant to the wishes
of those who would do better.

so burn a hole through the world,
and guide a devout to the side of their god

cleanse a woken evil
and realize your will is not infinite.

find a font of misery in the world,
and give the last piece of your light to change them.

give each piece of yourself to others
that they might find that piece of resolve
for you. that you might be able to help them
find what it means to experience joy. misery is
something you force yourself to experience, but joy
is the natural state of harmony, the natural state of the world

every word i might speak is woven poetry, contorting and pained.
but i hope some soul lost among the sea might hear me-
we face hopeless trials in a hopeless world 
our souls might become resilient enough to face them...




hold the essence of your children, distilled dream magic in your palm
sow the fields of the farm anew, cultivate the roots
make friends along the way. do anything they ask
sing with them. dance with them. make them trinkets, and baubles, and weapons, and armor
you might get something out of experiencing their joy

teach your children the wonder of magic as your father had for you
mend each soul just a little bit so that they can forget pain
dance in the forest with fairies, sharing with them each piece of your journey
weave dreams like they're mere gospel, creating reality anew. 
maybe.. somehow, you'll find others' joy in yourself

bring forth the birth of a goddess
protect those closest to you from your profane enemies
spur redemption into the souls of the dead,
master the arts of light- the blessings of the pantheon,
and maybe among their divinity, you'll find joy.



misery.. from beginning to end
that's what you said. maybe
it's fitting that my last foe
was someone like you...

i have never felt terror ... and i knew with my last wish,
i would give up everything. i knew that when all else 
would fail, i could provide the joy that each of you
have offered me throughout my life, where i can't
experience it of my own accord- back to you

my king,
my heir,
my idol,
my mentor.

my daughter,
my son,
my student..

i couldn't have asked for a more fitting funeral-

sing with me one more time-
i demand an encore, melionette...
the words go like this

can i just smile? stay like this, for a while?
i'll meet you in the end- heaven forfend-
you were always better at singing- and now, my ears-a-ringing...
no longer can i stand,
love everyone that you can