A letter from Scarlet Ricochet to the wandering flickers of her youth.
When the moment is gone and faded with the passing wind, mourn not for it for I am with you still and I will forever linger upon your shoulder as long as the sun shines upon this beautiful world.
Fear nothing, stop at nothing, take nothing less than the most beautiful flower of fate in your dainty hands.
Life passes people by as they find themselves scheming the grandest plots and stringing the wittiest tales of self betterment. My friend, be wise and dance in the shadows of the moment you live in presently.
Do not fret nor fumble about the ways of the future for they will avail themselves to you as surely as the day avails itself to the dark and wandering night.
Scarlet Ricochet
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