Tiamat, of Midgardsormr's First Brood,

I dare not speak to you of time, fore you have spent five thousand years confined in but a single moment, a moment that lives eternal in your heart; though I am but a child of man, I pray you will hearken to the whispers of my heart, fore it radiates with hope that there is yet a dawn which may soothe the cold depths of despair within yours.

Sun and moon have risen and fallen these past five millennia, but I fear neither dawn nor dusk has greeted you since your repent. You have not faded from my memory, nor has the song your sorrow sang that day. To a child of man, dawn is a symbol of hope; with the rise of the sun, so too is the chance to banish our darkness and bathe in the light of our triumphs. What is a dawn to eternity?

I am indeed naught more than a drop of rain passing through the sky of your world, but I hear your song; a song of eternal punishment that soundlessly flows through the aether abound. I cannot speak to you, Great Wyrm, of time nor dare I breathe a whisper of familiarity with the depths of despair in which your heart drowns.

Children of man have offered you naught but the means to construct your darkness. I fear all that I can offer is but a new memory, one which I pray will aid your solace--a memory of a small, insignificant drop of rain who never stopped hoping that one day a new dawn would greet you, and even when the rain has passed, in its stead a song of eternal hope, to be a companion for your eternal sorrow.

Your drop of rain,
Sorcy Nightingale

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Name - Sorcy Nightingale
World - Famfrit
Prize - Bluebird Earrings (please)