Small and sweet, but without structure. A pastry made without cake; a jell-o without gelatin to hold its shape. There is something here, but it has puddled and I have not the vacuum nor the strong inclination that this puzzle is one of mind-melting conclusions to draw it up on my own. A sweet thing, but small, to repeat. I hope for a binding lattice next time — I do not dislike the puddle, but I appreciate the ice sculpture more than the other. Novote, but encouragement to continue in earnest.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?