This is such glorious news that I hear. Hope is dying and my fear prevails over all. The lights are dwindling one by one and the children's' belief is all but gone. I am close. So close now I can taste it. Their fear is so delicious, so glorious.
One light remains now. One child still holds a deep belief. My rage is burning fiercely. One child is to be my downfall?
The guardians are growing stronger as the child continues its belief. I fail, and I fall. Fear. What once was delicious is sickening. It's my fear, my failure.