O Blue Rose of Illiumif these humble words reach you, then I have joined my ancestorsMy dream was to be by your sidea weed beside your beautytwining together in the warm Tuchanka sunBut if my last days must be with krannt instead of kindnessstill I will remember the perfume of your scentand the soft touch of your petalsLet my broken bones build a wall around your gardenso you and the flower we planted together can grow safe and strong...