Eternal beauty, my guileless child, forever free from the worries of time and age. Lay down your burdens and this is the last thing that I promise you. Lay them down, rest your weary head, and in a moment, you shall be there, waking as if from a troubled dream, into the beauty of a day.

Ageless youth, my wonderous child, heroes who no longer need to laugh in order to cry. Ghosts of our world, legends of yore, shadows breathing deeply the scent of ashes in the fog.

It's a long journey, far and fast, and home can never be brought back. Carry your heart in your pack, under a bundle of blankets and sticks, and perhaps it'll not be lost in travel. Wrap your cloak about you and hold it tight, a caution to both the wind that will tear at you and those that will want to hold you back, who will claw and your face and draw blood, desperate to hold you dear to them, down with them, for the rest of their lives.

There are those that will be your companions, your strange and wanton guides. They are those that came from where you go, whose stay here was marked by trouble and time. You will know them, by the smiles they wear, and the scents that hang about them. Do not judge their masks, for they are broken just as yours is nearly whole. Do not be troubled, for it is a long way that you have to go.

To prepare you, to give you cause and shield you from harm, I cried your tears for you. I bled for you, as you did for me, and sweat out all of your troubles and ills. You have my love, my precious boy, remember that always, for it is something that no can take from you. Remember this as you go.

A long time ago, there was someone whom I also loved, whose steps you follow in, built me a castle, and in turn I gave him a star and begged him not to go. I was angry then, and the tears I cried were my own, and as much as I wanted to follow him then, you were there, my burden, my rock in the water, my beautiful boy, and for him I would not let you go.

But now, it is your turn, the time for you to leave me as well, to close your eyes, my sweet child, and let the wings of other things carry you softly away. I will watch you go, wait for my time to come, knowing that you are safe in the arms of heroes and your father, young and beautiful forever, across the sea. In the Western worlds, the otherworlds, where songs are naught but soft whispers on the wind, and flowers spring up in footprints of the girl who will love you as I loved your father.

Breathe the snow, smell the ashes, let the fog wrap about you, and know that I love you. That is your strength, so be strong, and lay down your burdens, and be still. Tír na nÓg waits, with opens arms, and smiling faces, and kiss to guide your way. Sleep now, the dreams have gone away.