Oh great, pale knight, with your blade and armor, once a symbol of hope. Oh servant of the heart, king of nightmares and source of the flame that appears in crumbling cities. Oh nail master, who decides to take up your nail again and pass on your teachings one last time. Oh great tyrant, manipulator of souls and once immortal being. Oh great sisters, who gather for battle, the place where you assert yourselves most. Oh you five, rid yourselves of this intruder, banish the emptiness from within our home, and we will attune ourselves to you even more. Allow us not to disturb the glow that invades mortal dreams, the source of the infection, the once-forgotten light, the absolute radiance.