The abyss presents nothing but the most beautiful peril.
Yet, they choose to spend it blissfully, asleep, ready for the light, ready to be thrusted into the known.
Oh, how my spirit dances to the tune of that luminous, enlightening black.
“Rejoice, my child” it cries.
“Rejoice for I shield you from the eyes of the Gods. I shield you from my own eyes.
Go forth and dance you valiant few.”