Tremble; thou art before greatness. No, not I; not any; simply we. We all are greatness, eternity, in song. I sing along to my lone tune though I know the others surround me. Hum-bel-dee, hum-bel-da...

He of greatness approaches a little one who stands afar, oblivious, unfrightened...

Tell us, little one, what is your name?

It's none of your concern, really...but my mother-persona named me Fractalline. Now tell me, old stranger, who might thou be? Open, yet closed...you seen to be of we ghosts. We ghosts...do you have a name, my kind elk-like majesty?

My name is Shinto, and blinded by the ways of the olden days I had been, I now speak with rustic in my voice...

Of course...uncle Shinto, great bearer of heavens unknown, unseen, and...quite foolish, really. Hehe...

May my voice nod to you, young fawn. The dew gleams in your eyes still, there is still hope, that you can be saved...

How do you mean...? Of what use could you have for saving me from the 'hellfire', old timer?

I simply speak for all of us...be young...don't be tainted by the unkind ways of the world...like we all have...

Only time knows my destiny...only time knows my fate...

Farewell, young Frac...

Be safe, you querious, elk-like thing...