The Highest Meanest Queen (staring down)

"The Highest Meanest Queen
staring down onto me,
burning my paper world."

She frowns and says to me, in a husky broken voice:

- If I can still be moved by an ending to the point it drives me to tears, there must be some remains of the human I once was left in me.

I tell her there are not but twenty-one seasons in the life of oneself. That it all starts, as any truly important thing, on a whimp. And that there is no need to worry, for everything has happened before, and anything can happen again.