Lucas' p.o.v
A miniature premature angel, an inconceivable pure heart of gold. Red, white, and blue true patriotism, an illusionary tangible dream, chasing infinity. Lean not on your own strength. Even if you have all the knowledge and wisdom in the world, a great change is on the horizon. Rare sweet innocence, this passing opportunity, holdover. One bold move, a lasting embrace. Delicate merciful grace, our chance to start over again. Vertex of no return, endless possibilities, readjustments.