This was a dream I had one night. Those scribbles in the green colloms are a form of writting I invented. Voice (in my dream) said what is there. Of course because you don't know how to read it I should probably tell you. ->Fallen, fallen angel. Weep for thy wings, they are broken. Thou wilt never fly without thy ei-nam. Join together, join forever, and thou shalt fly once more. You're probably wondering what an 'ei-nam' is, right? Well it's from a language I'm developing. It means other half, as a term of endearment.