I gave my love to all, but received none from them. I ran out of love, and no one refilled me. A scowl crept over my face, and I became enshrouded in my darkness. I could do nothing to stop this metamorphosis. The love I had was eaten away by my malice. There was nothing left but my burning vengeance, and I unleashed it. I destroyed all that I had created. Great was my grief; I had worked so hard, and I had nothing left. I was lost in the darkness, and this darkness would not part. Then I saw the dawn of what could be. I would create again! I would create better and anew! Oh, how great was my rejoicing!