The Queen With... There is an inconsolable difference between what people know of me and how it feels inside me.

Beneath the shade of a pendulum's sway, sits man who can't see the forest for the trees.

To hear the melody, to see the pattern, to smell the flowers, to touch the moon, to taste the stars.

Is this how to be, or is the solid world merely a projection?

Protect me from the emotions I don’t want to feel, from loosing my mind over things I don’t want to talk about. 

The Three Kings of Hallow: Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar.