I too, now stand alone in the forum. Nay, there are none beside me here, save but my Lord. Yeah, I am all by myself, without peer nor foe. The solitude is simply stiffling. What, oh what am I to do? Forgive me. I wax rhapsodic. I will endeavor to bear my solitude silently and thankfully. *sniff*
In the dim stillness of early evening, her eyes glinting softly in the electric glow of the computer screen, Willowbirch steps into the hidden thread; the choking gloom of loneliness evaporates at the touch of her pearly toes.
"We miss you, in the real world," she murmurs, her soft voice hissing around the forum like the requiem of autumn leaves. Then she is gone, and the tide of solitude rolls back to cover the place where she stood. On the breeze, the distant echo of her voice is carried back to the ears of the man who stands alone: "Merry Christmas to Allinall, and to Allinall a good night..."
