I assume you were birthed part moon, perhaps part sky. There is not a moment I don't want you by my side, silent comfortably, my company eternally, who brightens each moment bitingly beautiful. Your wit is sharper than the stars. The kind we drew with ink in palms, as novices the pages were filled with them. Now we are people of sapience through space and time we can immerse, expensively with mystery, it truly is a victory to have you right here next to me.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 872 AF.