Deep from the dark, he can only feel the subtle warmth of the new Sun. As the fireworks subdued, and the night surrendered to the newborn Sun, he'd hope you will have a wonderful year, everything that you dream dangerously and outrageously in your sleep, in your unconsciousness, in your hidden passionate desires.
I am myself again, no longer torn in two. It was me who touched you, whispered to you, and controlling you in the Ysera realm of dream. It was not him. In the light of the newborn Sun, we rises as one.
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