EXCERPT FROM SHADOWS BEHIND THE GLAMOUR, THE COLLECTED WRITINGS OF CASPER FRANKLIN, VOL. VI
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...and now I know that to chase beauty is to chase death, for those strange, wonderful creatures who inhabit that place seek only to be amongst that which is beautiful, that which enthrals the senses and captivates the mind. Such is their ravening nature that any man beholden to the sweet song of that which lies beyond the veil is consumed by their lust, muddled by their greed and ensnared, a slave to their unforgiving desire. And as such the price they pay to achieve that ideal is nothing short of destruction.
And now, as those dark, dangerous pursuers draw near, and I fear my last days are upon me, I recall those days of my youth where the trees and the flowers would dance with me, and the shadows would grow long with mirth and revelry. Oh, what a burden it is to create, to gather up this world and turn it into something anew. And of only Velantine knew what misfortune lay for those who alter the divine structure of this world, who change that which those gods have created for us — if she only knew what a tormented end awaited those pitiful fools, then surely she would have diverted her path, and stayed her hand, and turned her eyes away from this wretched man, and bid he pass his final days in peace, remorseful eyes turned forever, inexorably to the promises of days long passed.
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