To my greatest, Baby.

Many moons have passed since my last attempt at communication, and for this I am dearly sorry, truly. I have begun to grow accustom to this new universe, for it has begun to accept me in return. My form has taken proper shape once more, yet I feel weaker every passing minute. As if something is feeding off my very soul the longer I am here.

The devastating pathos of existence is only revealed to me the longer I remain here. It's as if knowledge is constantly poured into my skull at a price. Despite this, I have found myself in a place of slight comfort. I have made my home among the stars for now, at the very least until I can find the path to return to you.

The stars are quite beautiful, yet nothing compared to what lies in your heart.