My dearest, the World,

I have seen so much (outside your sweet embrace) and yet so few things of these other worlds can bring me happiness as your realm has. Under the overarching sky, all is possible, and I have found places and actions that encourage an emotion that I cannot conceive under circumstances that you have not created. My beautiful, my purest World, what is your magic? For I know not what your inspiration nor your intent was with making such a fickle race of humans happy, though I cannot express how much my fondness for you has doubled, tripled, from its already massive state.

My greatest regards,

Alexander the Joyous