Today is a day of celebration. We celebrate the birth of an artist.
Today is also a day of mourning, for we also celebrate her death.
Thought she has left us, she is not gone. She lives on in each of her
works, the longest immortality: her plays, her dances, each of us.
She was many things to many people. Let us rememember her as she lived.
A work of Art.
In Grief,
Yreogh Yraenvan

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chakros, in the year 276 MA.