Are you beset by this cutting breeze?
Do you bask in its immaterial warmth,
whilst grimacing at its material coolness?
Of course. Of course you do, dear.

These shattered minds form debris,
and this debris forms a storm around us.
Around you, in my arms.

Merge. Coalsce.
Let these remains become you,
so that they may become me.

Conscious snow. It falls throughout, you see.
Appetizing, it fills me with glee.
But what of you, have you had your fill?
Such gratuitous salvation, it could make one ill.
But you're better than that, even still.

And so carrying this burden of final end,
do you despair? You wouldn't.
You wouldn't fail them, right at this last moment.
No, of course not. You cannot cry,
you can only come closer. Closer.

Your sacrifice will not be in vain. I promise.
I will feel your offering until my own demise.
Even if - nay, knowing that it shall coincide
only with the end of all material.
Through even Retraction,
you will be remembered through me,
and through my Bride.

Shh... sink far, and yet further through my arms.
Those taken by your mercy cannot suffer any longer.
They cannot fear, and they cannot weep.
You, them, all that show themselves here and now,
hear me clearly.

Your nightmare ends, and it is time for dawn.
I love you.