[Slightly? Understatement of the year, really.

To that question, there's a bit of an exhale at this.]

I have seen traces of them time and time again, but continue to chase after an actual glimpse of their figure. Every time I move closer to death and the unconsciousness between, I fall closer in step to the path Beauty once took.

And so I continue forward, for however long that I must, until I see them in all their glory.

[Yeah, he's very clearly not all there in the head.]