If you question and you mind, I am a fallen star.

Take care to observe ahead as well as behind, for if you do not, you
will find yourself in disarray, as am I.

Yet, as I remind myself now, no one heeds to the Bitter Ghost until the
contentment ceases.

She stalks, she haunts you. I am blessed to have no dreams. This silent
sleep I sleep.

Foolish are the weak, no longer am I. Hopeful are the blind. I was but
no longer.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Arios, in the year 131 MA.