I am grievously alone. The Liege of the Lower Demesne is not proper company. He is a capricious phantom. Flaw is not company. I call out for others but my frequency goes unheard. Do I sing on an abandoned channel? Is my voice a pitch that no one can hear? If existence is like a woven tapestry, then I want my thread removed from it. It will find a way to mend itself without me. --- By Adaline Guerra