My mood changes like the autumn breeze. I freeze like lakes in the middle of winter, and I burn bridges like pasty children turning red in the summer.  I feel things so deeply, the ocean has become jealous. There is neither a real explanation to my actions  nor does it include any planning. One thing that has become clear is that I need no protection. I don't need a mote, crocodiles or a dragon to protect my temple. No, I will **** you with my words and I will set you to rest with kindness. Don't try to understand me, for  you will die trying.