"Mine own dear one, thou art but a fleeting cinder of an everlasting flame. Roam where'er thy feet may lead thee, O child, and seek out those who suffer, that thou mayst guide them with thy light. Anon, shouldst thou falter in doubt, cast thine eyes upon the pyre, and hearken unto mine call, for mine light shall steer thee through the boundless void.” - The Mother’s Praise