There is a fire in all of us. A spark. In some, it lies dormant, its
flames long since have cooled and dwindled until it stands as but a
flickering ember in a sea of darkness. In others, it is nearly
all-consuming in its roar. An inferno nested within their very being, so
full of life they are. Whatever the case, where ever the spectrum you
may lie, that flame... That spark. It is there. Waiting.

And so I ask you, Sapience. Seize it! Wield it! And with it reach for
the Light and find true strength! Find real meaning and purpose in the
Light. Shape a better tomorrow.

A day will come when a reckoning will be upon us and there'll be no
going back. No second chances. Where our choices and our deeds will have
named our worth. Sealed our fate. It begs a question not of when, but
who! Will you rise? Or shall you fall? Will you thrive and flourish? Or
will you wither and die?

Look to your future Sapience and join me in reaching for the Light
today.

In Strength,
Haven Locke
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Penned by my hand on the 13th of Variach, in the year 414 MA.