"An insidiously evil thing . It seems to
take hold slowly. The effects not visible until it has gone to
the heart. Therein it grows stronger each day feeding on the
emotion, and faculties. Then it does a curious thing. At
it's height! It starts to ebb away. Day by day, Hour by
hour, until it is only a minute thing. Knowing the host can no
longer sustain it any longer it starts to leave. Slowly seeking
a new victim to start the process again. When this happens
whomever had this affliction is left a hollow shell of what
they once were. Listen closely, and hear the sighing of the
ocean. An ocean of trapped in this little shell. Nothing more
than a terrible disease of the mind. Some fight it, others
succumb to it. Of the latter some never recover, and others do
to become a host again. It is a madness this terrible disease
called love."
