And now it's time to break the silence. An intentional silence, something like a hunger strike, not striving to satisfy a demand but to bring relief, to break a habit both destructive and empowering.

Our eyes have been made to adjust to the absence of light; darkness is not our enemy. So our souls may get used to the absence of all we thought we needed; loss is not the end of fulfillment. Rather, it is a means to achieving a new sense of purpose.

Pay attention, this spell can easily go wrong. Recite from the book, adding your own words as necessary. Hope was not an unwelcome torture, it was a struggle for control and power. It was an ideal, the promise of an unrealizable dream, providing us with the strength we needed to go on, adding spice where there was only monotony.

After giving up on hope, we shall move our quest elsewhere, find another object of idealization and despair, learn to draw inspiration from a different source, perhaps not as effective, at first, yet soon we shall discover a way to transform it at will.