If you would labor to become my friend or lover, why would you curse, betray, or abandon me when I adore you? What perverse joy do you find in invoking my sacred vulnerability only to inflict agony?

Whatever your reason, in reply I will make such beauty as the world cannot receive. My vengeance will be ecstasy, forged in flaming swords of wonder that slay the dragons of loss and betrayal seven times in seven moments. And my heart will erect the gardens of the sky in the remains of the monsters whose force was murder to beauty’s true intentions.