I want to be perfect for you.
Our voice reaches the stars, you know. I want to make something so perfect that no one will ever forget that we created it. I want to right every wrong in grand concert with the cosmos, to absolve the world of all of its pain and confusion. I wish I could figure out just what perfect means for you.
I want to make a crown that looks more beautiful on you than anyone else in the world. Don't look, it's not quite finished.