Ah, dear friend, I know not how to begin. My thoughts are heavy and my spirit weighs down upon me like a great stone. I fear for thy mental health, for thou seemest so filled with care and troubled in mind. Dost thou find joy in anything anymore, or is all the world to thee a dark and dreary place? I would that thou wouldst confide in me, for I am a willing ear and will do all in my power to ease thy troubled thoughts.

But perhaps I speak out of turn, for it may be that I, too, am filled with melancholy and see the world through a lens of despair. It is a heavy burden to bear, this constant weight upon the soul. And yet, we must persevere, must we not? Though the path ahead may be difficult, we must not give up hope.

So, dear friend, I beg of thee, tell me of thy thoughts and feelings. Let us share in each other's burdens and find some small measure of solace in knowing that we are not alone. For though the road ahead may be perilous, we shall face it together, and in doing so, may find the strength to carry on.

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Foes; I thank all that stick with me to this day.