MelaClara

Orual: You see the truth now, don't you, my sister? Psyche: I wish you could see your own blindness. In the dark, my lover came to me. He was my husband.        He was my God. I was more alive than I could ever be. Orual: What if he was secretly a monster? Judging by his vengeance, isn't he? Psyche: This is the part you do not see. I will suffer a near eternity of penance for the veil of        darkness I have lifted. But as for you, the tyranny of your darkness cannot be broken.        Would that you felt the soft light of love in the pitch of your soul. Orual: Oh sister, you are my soul. Careful with your words, you'll break me.