Goodbye.
Good bye greybeard, Delphi et al.
I leave you a poem.
Sol rose from the sea, it was cold but light shone weakly at first and then with great glory into the depths.
The sea sparkled greatly as Sol shone light into the depths and illuminated the way for the fishes to see.
The fishermen were angered, as the fish saw the nets illuminated by Sols rays and escaped.
They entangled the Sol in their nets and threatend to drown him if he ever warned the fish or helped them escape their nets again.
The fishers of men were patient, and their hearts were black but their eyes were blue.
Sol sank beneath the waves and darkness and pain within the nets ruled once more.
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