What is life without a little conflict?

True beauty lasts through the toughest of storms.

You will always be the Matriarch—the Queen of Hearts. Your hand rocked my cradle, and you ruled my world.

Even a warrior Goddess must accept that there are battles that can’t be won.

Life isn’t easy, or even fair.

With death, there is always rebirth.

Mankind seeks to hold onto that which much perish after its time is done.

The Little Light realizes that it is our attachments that cause us grief, for life must go on in the cyclical dance of life and death.

Our deeds stay with forever. We cannot forget them no matter how hard we try.

Do you promise to watch over me?” the Little Light asks.