It's funny how that familiar melancholic feeling haunts Me during the somnolent hours of the night–when everyone sleeps, my thoughts are under persecution.

Our happy times now rest in a mausoleum of memory.

I close my eyes and wander the spinal shadows in the corridors of what-could-have-beens, but return before immersing Myself completely in the darkness of reality.

It would've been nice to have someone close to me during these grinding times, but Lady Fortune is edifying me to be a more self-reliant and resilient Übermensch. And I'll come away from it all with a shatterproof spirit.

Thus felt, The DragnMastr.