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<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>Receipt: PLST04<br>
Author: Rachel<br>
Status: Diner<br>
Subject: Joy<br>

I wanted to write one last poem… perhaps it is a foolish endeavor to tap once more into the frayed threads of Fate… but there might be something there to help us in deciding the fate of a paradise lost. This is all I could get, and it doesn’t say much. However, if I had to give meaning to the words, perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to aid Willow DeWeaver in restoring her home. If everything has always been stuck in a never-ending Cycle, it’s easy enough to say that nothing we do matters.

If we help Willow DeWeaver, if we don’t, it makes no difference, at least on a grand scale. All rays will return. But, perhaps in helping her, we can find this “hidden burst of sunshine beams” which… I don’t know. It might change things for the better. Though I’m not sure if “Evil will Bless” is exactly what we’re after, but we’ve always strived to see Ice burn. We might as well finish the job we started.


<center><i>The balance-beam of Fate is bent;<br>

The bounds of good and ill are rent;<br>

Snuffed out the light of Wicked flames;<br>

Slammed the doors of Phantom Lanes.<br><br>

Still a chill runs through the air;<br>

One last Secret left to share.<br>

Hidden deep within a data core;<br>

One last Secret, and nothing more.<br><br>

One last chance to brew the beans;<br>

One last chance to set the scenes;<br>

A hidden burst of sunshine beams;<br>

To illuminate our caffeinated dreams.<br><br>

For, line in nature is never found;<br>

Our, unit and universe are always round;<br>

In vain produced, all rays will return;<br>

Then Evil will bless, and Ice will burn.</i></center></span>