Fractured spectres, so tattered and torn. Their souls, once at odds and trapped in the obscurity of misplaced intention, can finally call out into the void of prospering hope. At last, the silence is shattered. At last, they are no longer completely broken. Canon to 698/9.

Deck the halls with cheer and jest, and join us in love's perpetual fest. Post-War. Canon. 29: Memory.