Oh, woe is me! When shall my love return? Is she so enamored with the sights and sounds of the Crystarium that she no longer desires the warmth of my embrace?
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When my love finds her way back into my arms, we will gaze upon the night sky together, and I shall recite to her the poetry that I have penned each day since we were parted. She is sure to be positively enthralled!
Closest Aetheryte: Twine
