Dear Readers,
It pains me as much as it pains you, to see the momentum of something so grand, ceasing into nothingness. It pains me even further, seeing the golden red leaves bask in the dwindling light, just as my memory fades into another plane of darkness. The fountain of life that is ever so awe-inspiring, no longer rejuvenates or refreshes. I see the shadows of the past slip by. I see the dreamscape of reverie gradually dotted with black ghoulish prints. But I am still forced to see the transformation that is taking place. Nothing is beautiful for long; Everything is ever-changing.