I know who you are.

Why would she want to shame herself into relief? So unladylike, no one can guess. "But, remember, that piece that begins, 'Surrender, then-'" - yes, but no -I was only 14 back then- maybe not even 14. "I've been searching for myself", you interrupted.

In the background, an armageddon-esque beat, a chanting that seems to simulate early morning rain, and a lush voice, j'ai parsemé, j'ai déposé, des graines d'étoiles opales - sur ton chemin... and, at this very sight, I know that I have fallen for you. Fallen when I shouldn't have. Though, your eyes are smiling, and you are no dowager, but this is no mistake. One does not choose these things, either way, does one? I will look for you, even in Death. Just stay in the shade. Stay in the shade and wait for me, there.