They slowly came in aftermath of darkness:
The silhouettes, the people, magic, scenes
Revealed themselves, though I had never asked them
To show me secrets and the future sins.

The only hope did linger in my chest
That I would see remains of pure love
In eyes of Graysen, if we could have met...
But Cauldron's power changed enough:

He cannot look at me without anger,
And ring is only left of what we were, -
Horizon wide ahead has turned in never,
What mattered got destroyed, upended, blurred.

My hear so broken, as I master visions
For greater good - for peace against the war.
I'm still so human - that's the real reason
That I defend what used to be my home.

But in my future, I can't see that hope
Of fondness, attachment and affection
Built on the trust and no-condition warmth
That I was used to see in my reflection.

The pain and emptiness... I still look at my finger,
And tears flow, as time can't be reversed.
And, may be, I, one day, will rise from cinder,
But now, I feel all weight of what is lost.

August 2026