His kiss fell upon your egg-tooth before your first breath. You are one of his blessed children. Embrace your Father, and obey your Mother. For as they have allowed you your first breath, so can they take it away.
In all things, consider the end.
In all ends, breathe in its beauty.
In all beauty, lies a promise of decay.
Do not fear the chill, my child. It is the sign of this gift, the promise of a time where time is no more.