X,

If fire is your answer, then let it come. Flames do not frighten us - they refine us. They do not cleanse us, they ensure we embrace the darkness in the world with more appreciation. While your sun blazes with hollow promises, His Own will endure.

Run and hide? Please. We've always enjoyed playing with it - it is good for the complexion, you know. While your light roars with empty fury, Bloodloch will revel in the heat, strengthened by every spark.

Some of us may be highly flammable, but we'll rise from the ashes, all the same.

**Perhaps the author is growing weary of news posts, for their signature is merely a snake-shaped slither of clotted crimson**

Composed at my desk on Closday, the 23rd of Ios, in the year 8 AC.