07/28/24

I apologize for how late this letter is. The date is wrong at this point, but the date doesn't truly roll over until I fall asleep.

I've been overwhelmed by a great sense of grief, and then of joy. I think the biggest driving force of my art is my own pain. It's not a healthy mindset, I know, but for the story I'm telling, I think it helps a great deal.

In this body, in this life, I'm capable of creating beautiful things. If I can bring hope to even one person through what I create, I think it'll all be worth it.

It's selfish, but I'd like to think you're proud of me. One day, I'd like to play through Starchild together.

I'm growing, I think. I hope I come out of this even better than I was. I hope you can still love me, despite it all.

I certainly love you.