My daughter, my angel.

I am sorry for giving you the burden of existence as I became your God.

An ill conscious should have this much power in creating life through it tears.

You, as the most beautiful creature of all, purposely made to stand out like a sore thumb, like a zero to the left.

I can hear my eyebrows twitch as countless others like you are burned away from the universe and minds of everyone. See as your sisters fall from the most complex dimensions ever conceived and into an eldritch's mouth. And yet, there is no Madoka nor Presence nor Asathoth close to your magnificent and philosophical stories on a knockoff Persona 4 storyline.

I lovr yo, so mu ch swete

Eledya. My sweet hasty phoenix.