I, the wandering knight that I am, after a smooth crossing, hit the walls of the City of Dreams. Tired, hopeful, seeking rest and sweetness from my place of belonging. I am not answered. A void fills my chest, a tightness in my heart, an exhaustion of soul energies, an affliction without size or mode of description. Only one factor gives me hope: May the Queen go well, follow her sovereign, keep letting herself be worshiped, and continue to be the reason for her life!