"Lyssandra?" "Yes?" The child remained silent for a moment, unable to grasp the words she so desperately wanted to say. Fear struck her. Not for a specific reason, but it held her as if she were prey, slowly playing with her heart and then biting her soul away. Naomi clung to the leather bound notebook that set on her lap. The action caught Lyssandra's eye. If she had not felt sorrowful and compassion for the child, she most certainly did now. "May I see the book?" she asked. Naomi slowly handed the notebook with caution. Everything felt like it had come to a pause. Her world had come to a pause. Lyssandra steadily flipped through the pages, watching as the poems and phrases gradually became more and more intense. "Why is joy so lethal?" "Please, let me see the rapture from your eyes one last time." "When will this chapter end?" However, nothing was more appalling and somber to Lyssandra as the last note.