Hail!
Some say there are dark clouds massing, swirling like a vortex over a desert plain. However, I do not see that. I see shining beacons that are poking holes through the blanketed gray that suffocates a blue sky. I see pillars of light, as the beacons combine to become cylinder beams of hope, rays of justice breaking through the confines of the unknown. What once was darkness is now being revealed as a new land, a new horizon, a new tomorrow; a new beginning.
I see a single spark of imagination laying there, right at your feet, and all you have to do is scoop it up and let the excess grains slip through your fingers, craddle that small seed of imagination and tell it what you want it to be. Believe in it, speak to it, and breathe life into it. Plant it, digging deep into the strange soil, and then stand back and watch it grow into something beautiful.
This is what you are capable of.
This is not the end of the fight, Good Team. It's your calling to express your true heroism.
Do not give in.
I won't.
Sincerely,
Fansy