Dear Kore,
You don't know me particularly well, but I know of some of the troubles you face. And I'm sorry. I know better than most what it's like to be tied up in Olympian games, gossip, and entitlement.
But, every dark and ruthless winter always ends in a glorious and brilliant springtime. No matter how cold it is, how long it snows, or endless it seems - the roses will always return.
—Hephaestus