What a cruel fate.

To be a lonely women in a lonlier country.
To no longer hold the weight which you have held strong and steadfast for centuries.
To no longer know the once-familiar comfort of your sisters around you.
You, revered Caryatid, were a gift.
Do you know this?

A gift to a government who dishonour you.
Who have dishonoured you, and who will continue to.
They do not revere you.

Your people revere you. Do you remember
standing above your city, the eternal guard, daughter of Athens,
One of Six?

They miss you.
Do you know this?

They have left a space for you, even now.
Your country, your city, your sisters, they mourn for you.
Your sisters do not have weight to carry any more.
And yet they feel your loss just as keenly as when you were helping them with the weight of the Erechtheion.
I think, perhaps, this will not change.

So, you stand, Revered one. Dishonoured one.
And you stand
And you stand
And you stand-

This will not change.
But it is my hope that, one day, you can return.
Your sisters will wait for you, lonely sister.

They will wait as long as you need.