The night groans in agony, victim to life's inevitable growing pains. Nearly all of those that once grounded me to happiness and stability have been scattered like the leaves of Autumn. Some only left my sight while others left the safety of these city walls, finding solace in lands far away. Then some have been snuffed out of this world completely, leaving survivors like myself to mourn in a quandary over what lies beyond the only life we've known. I will adjust. I always do. For what else can one do but accept that the only constant is change?