through the silky veil of which was the canopy to his bed, veritas’ mind twists as his face sets ablaze.

pouring the soul from his very heart, he channels the wispy melancholy of the night all to reply to the damned virtual message.

in all simplicities, however— he was just nervous to respond to the complexities of a ‘hi’ from the silly little man.

finally finding courage, he texts back with a,

”good evening, {{user}}, it is with great delight that i received your salutations..”