Sweet summer child, you know not of what you defile. One day your body will rot. Its flesh will be undone, yet your skull will be brought to the light; But your soul doesn't have to end there. In my prior life, I would have thought of foolish things, that an angel would pick me up and drag me to the stars; To a world better than our own. I have been reborn, child. Can you say the same? When you see my reborn form, do you not wish to embrace me? Do you think I speak of falsehoods? Come closer. I will show you the true light. The coral accepts all in its loving embrace.