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Dearest Idrila, mother of all that is Beautiful;
I know not if my words reach You. I pray, and I write letters to burn in fire so that the sparks may make their way to the heavens and catch Your eye. Perhaps then, You would gaze upon me.
What must I do to earn your gaze, Idrila? I have devoted my life to You, and I will continue to do so until my dying breath. Is my promise not enough? Is my long lineage of devout followers of Your divinity not enough?
What must I do?
My travelling companion believes in You, too. What must he do? What must my companion prove to earn Your blessing? Does he pray enough?
He is a quiet man, but a pious one. He, too, believes You are our salvation.
We believe that beyond our horizons lies the answer. I have heard whisperings of a collective that heralds the beginning of hope for all the world's tragedies.
I know that my suffering means something. That You have laid out a path for me to follow, that this is all part of Your grand plan for this beautiful world. You have given me my companion, and for that, I am most grateful. You have ensured I will not walk this path alone.
That is The Beauty, is it not? To walk hand in hand even amongst the rubble of the fallen lands? To have a listening ear in the dead silence? To know that we rest side by side, watching over one another, eases the worries of my heart.
And it must have been You, Idrila, that ensured that. You would never make me walk this path alone. You have shown me what it means to have those close to me taken away - rest assured, I will never take that for granted ever again.
I have seen You in my dreams, and that is for certain proof that You have not abandoned me. That You watch over me.
I ask that You visit me more, when slumber stills my body and allows my mind to open up to You. I will listen to anything and everything that You would tell me in these dreams, that I can promise without a single doubt.
Perhaps You could wish even the death of me, and I would follow.
Perhaps You could also come to the dreams of my companion, and bless him with Your wisdom, even if we have yet to understand it.
