*psst*
You.
Hey you.
Yes.
You.
It's not late, though my head feels like the inside of 4 AM. If I could decant this moment in to a bottle to give to you when you really need it, I would. This moment. This hanging, beautiful moment.
I don't have the answer. No one does.
But I know this much.
To love and be loved is more precious than pearls and more rare than diamonds. That friends that truly see you and love you are worth more than their weight in gold or platinum. That going after your dreams, no matter how hard or how long, is all that matters.
In my soul, lies the heart of a dragon. It is my nature to know the value of my hoard, and I know the value of this hoard to the last thin gold coin.
We are dreams made manifest. We are more precious than gold, more rare than the rarest of gems. We are the breath of stars and the heartbeat of suns.
We are human.
I will stand with you in this Fire till the end of Time and when the last Sun goes dark.
Good night, my darlings.