With a satellite view, I look as magma erupts from the earth and freezes within space. As the exposed core slows its rotations, my heart changes its pace to a crawl. Hours ago, the world thrived as our beautiful souls regaled inspiring tales.

"You thought you were on victory's path", the monster snarled as he punches through my heart. My soul flies from my body but before it can completely leave, Hope tethers it with a few wisps of fraying resistance. As my soul hangs from my body, certain desires re-birth within me; those inclinations about the supposed peace that I would obtain upon ceasing my resistance against cynicism.

An aged massive humanoid bat envelops me in his wings as I fear not knowing how much longer I'll be able to keep Hope from the Grim Reaper's pleas. Yet your wave of love overtakes the my mind, causing the monster's eyes to shine as the Sun.

Your message plays through my heart as I begin to awake: Our struggles, whatever they may be, are a part of who we are, yet let's not allow this truth to paralyze our existence. Through our afflictions, we can unearth inspiration. Prone to give up, though we may be, our love for one another shall never leave. Now repeat this mantra alongside me.