/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

A true spectacle for us to behold. Truly a journey beyond our own measure; many of us may ne'er meet a moment opportune to hold so sweet, so dear, an enchanted piece of belonging and purpose as to that honorable Jayne. And yet, she had vanish'd without but a speck or trace even so minuscule. She had left without saying her farewells. One cannot go about his life without being stolen away with that vulgar and morbid question:

"How could she?"

Of course, she may have her own reasons, she may not have known, we all tell ourselves.

"How could she?"

This thought echoes in our cranial cavities and we may not bare it from. How could she forsake the blessing of her noble Master, her direction, her legate of truth and discovery, Her Art Dominus.

And now, forever, that Pioneer will be lost to us, for he has no reason to continue on here without his Jayne.

Can this mortal calamity called life be more cruel to the likes of us?

Nay! Nay I say, it is too cruel.

Perhaps there may be hope. Hope that we have reached the bottom, and there can be no lower than us. Who were we to question that graceful Jayne? She was the bravest of us. The only one of us to convince the glorious phantom to bid a short veil of time.

Truly, we were only observers on this journey, we should be grateful that we were allowed to merely gander. We should not regret the world that comes to end, but rather find comfort in the privilege of our lessons.

My Heart goes out Jayne, and the true face behind that mysterious Captain.