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Stars bring hope to the dead of night but who can guide in the light?
Stretching to eternity as they flower in the abyss,
Stars guide those who can no longer have their own light.
As stars flower in the night, so do flowers star in the day.
A beacon of hope on the land which was ruined,
For the souls of which faded away.
They make a path,
For those who have lost their light even in the sunny day.
And yet those who lack light,
Have no ability to see for them that which shines bright.
So the stars are guides for those who can still see their own light.
So the flowers bring peace to those all too aware of the light.
Guidance for the lost souls full of grief,
Not those whose souls were with us all too brief.
Let the stars shine.
Let the flowers grow.
If their souls ever return,
Let it lead them home.
The beauty of the path which nature creates,
Is that man has discovered how they too can make
A path that guides them and loved ones alike.
Stars from oil that burn in the dark.
Meadows from gardens tended just right.
So step forth, herald of mankind,
And let your talents shine.
Let your mana weave a path of guidance
As the flower bed grows from your grief stricken heart.
Towns aflame reflect the hair on your head
As you seek to do your part.
Let the magic grow.
For deep in your heart,
Peace you will not know.
A guide you may be to those peaceful souls,
Who know not the calamity demons wrought,
But instead the magical peace and beauty you have taught.
A student
A teacher.
Let your words reach her.
The mage with which brings the modern age,
A place where peace can truly reign.
Teach her.
Guide her.
Show her the beauty which occurs
Through the knowledge gained and won.
Through the stars you cast upon the ground.
Flamme,
Legendary mage,
And mother of the modern age.
Lie in a bed of those earthy stars
Knowing peace is is what’s brought
By the love your wrote,
The pages of the magical art.
Demonic destruction still reigns,
Though no one is to blame.
For it is hard to see the light
When your vision is filled with buildings and bodies alight.
Take the kind hand
That reaches to provide you solid land.
Let her teach you,
And learn to prevent such tragedies anew.
Learn your craft.
Cherish your craft.
Watch the bed of flowers lead your path.
Magic is powerful,
Magic is good,
But more than anything,
It’s knowledge brings you the peace all deserve.
Time is fleeting,
Ans she’s gone so fast,
But her words will forever last.
Gather her pages,
Her will for future ages.
To live in peace and see the beauty of even the tiniest spell you may keep.
Journey on,
Chasing your shared dreams,
of a land where magic remains
A beautiful art
Not the primary defense in which you take part.
Fly to the ends of the land,
Seeking the knowledge which which she desired to impart,
And learn the value of it all deep in your heart.
For as she predicted,
Your heart has been torn in two,
The sudden realization that there’s more to life which you can’t undo.
Journey now,
With the past in your heart,
Knowing you must bring a fresh new start.
Lead the way.
Save the day.
Do what you must for the knowledge you cherish,
And for the future you cultivate.
Frieren,
Elf of long life.
The torch has been passed,
So create that flowery path,
To guide all the lost souls,
And those who need not live on a warpath.
Honor your past.
Embrace your future.
Guide them all to peace along the starry flowers with which you have amassed.