Dear You.
Before you were born...
Before you came here,
You were there.
In the land of
Glass, Ash, and Stars.
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And you met so many people there.
So many other little lights like yours.
And you were all divided by the walls.
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The walls of glass.
So thin.
Yet.
So there.
And you floated about.
In that Aether realm.
In that land within and without.
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Your star.
Amongst a field of millions.
And few.
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And from the Ash
You sprang.
You
And your little light.
You are a literal mixture of your mother and myself.
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My mind, her heart.
Or maybe the reverse?
Or maybe.
Maybe both.
The Sage and the Sorcerer.