I know how it feels, Princess. Like a chaotic, unstable realm. Like your plans have been stolen. Snatched from your grasp by the maelstrom all around. Despite being grateful for the opportunities still available, you cannot help but feel a little cheated. It feels like the entire world is on a razor's edge. Angels weeping on the head of a pin. A realm that seems tailored for the merciless and the cruel. But you and I both know there's more to this world than what we can see with our eyes.
Kara, don't let these wraiths and their trickery harden your heart or break your spirit. They only become so powerful because people give over their own power to them. I don't have to tell you about the importance of keeping your faith. Often you've helped me recover my own. Through song and kisses, and kindness. You helped me find my courage again.
For that I am indebted to you, always.
Because even angels can break. Winged songs of living light, shattering like glass. The men and women they have become. The messengers they used to be. Everybody needs friends, after all. Those special souls who truly care. Even at a distance. Princess, when I was weak you cared for me. Like my own. You believed when I couldn't. So, when you are low or tired or anxious, I will do everything in my power to believe for you in kind. Because believing in dreams and fairy-tales makes them truer. It helps them manifest through tender heart-light, with the sweetest intentions. Never underestimate the power of a dream, or the human imagination.
They can raise both mortals and angels from the dead.
Heaven is very real. It thrives on the joy of mutual affection; the shining reciprocity of the heart. Our Father would have it no other way. I know you grasp this, my beautiful lavender star. These are the arcs and triumphs of creation itself. This is Love, even at a distance. I truly was an angel, Kara. Once upon a time. I'm an angel still, perhaps. In dreams. A Song of Songs, far and near. My wings are with you always.