My dearest reader, 

As I write to you from this very quill, I suspect nothing but greatness from you. An undisputed sovereign of your own story. From the bustling world to the orchestra’s play – the symphony of life composed of tribulations and triumphs, threaded through regality and ambience. Kindness filled with suspense and enchanting aspirations, may you blossom to your dreams of success while blooming with each life lesson. A rough storm of adversity can ruffle your feathers, but it’s only a bit of gardening to help grow to the garden of greatness.

Balls and gowns flee thy halls, time passes, citizens speak but not one for the other – a form of conspiracy. Life of a foxtrot is something so divine that others dream. Be wary of what it may seem. Train tracks take the route, a destination of willingness and unknown. It’s the controller’s route but not necessarily your own. One must simply get off route to be pulled in the right direction, something that can’t be foreseen but simply through thaumaturgy. Bladeless words you shall speak, let that seep to others – nothing sharp. Let the sun kiss make you glow for it’s the onus of your will to let it flicker. Jewels, amulets and crowns can dress one up. Let them beam in make-pretend costumes, for we value the real star, commander in reign.