( Warded - for Hojo's eyes alone. )

It may seem dark and cold most nights, left alone in an abandoned warehouse or on the street.

Your Light will come. Just believe in it.

( Private. )

It's too dark.

I can feel him.

There once was a bird, waterlogged and almost dead..

He seems better now. The Crystals helped him too.

Enigma. Chill. Rain.

Can you feel it, my love?

Knowledge can be deadly.

The strangest of kind men approached me and handed me money. What to do with it, I had no idea. To the youngest of the kids it went, to those called Keyblades.

They need it more than I.

The sun begins to shine now. Everything glimmers softly like crystal, and the cobblestones gleam hard like glass.

I wish the rain would stop.

I wish for the sun to stay on the horizon, forever showering the lands with the softest of golden glows ( Read more... )

It is whisperwarm and wet, like baby's breath in the morning. Sometimes as hot as the summer sun, sometimes as cold as the darkside of the moon.

But I don't mind. It is home.