The truth of things, is the sadness of things.

Her eyes shimmer with the light of a millions stars, filled with joy and life. Her whole body moves to the tune of happiness.

Yet...

Under it all, there is darkness...revealed only under dark light and lonely nights.

She will go through her whole life, seemingly happy, but filled with great sorrows.

She will die, regret being the last thing to pass through her mind, as she passes on to the dark, cold night of existence.


She, is Man. And Man is blessed and cursed, possessor of a mind so bright it questions it's own existence.


We be but fools and children, the merry race of Man