In the depths of my despair, your words bring light and hope.
I feel so often the weight of the burden Ra gave me.
To bind together the Northlands, to save Livila…
Sekhmet, my dearest, I am afraid, our Dynasty will die doing so.
Whenever your words whisper through the crackling com-link,
Yes, the Dragon took our life-giving, but he never took my creations.
They will live on.
Will sing until the Key begins a new symphony.
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Do you wish to send? Yes. Yes, I want to send it! You useless machine.