Here we are once more, friends.
We welcomed you back, neighbours beyond the ring of steel, now we say hooroo again.
We haven’t used those words, this time, have we?
There’s something less fortress-like, now, in the ambience.
I don’t feel like being a warrior battling through, do you?

There’s not much to write, this time.
This is writing about nothing, because there is nothing to write, smothered in The Nothing. Our Neverending Story.
Wish I had a Falcor to wrap me in shiny pink scales and give me hope as luckdragons are meant to do.
My head is one of those cone silencer things you jam in the end of a trombone.