Wipe the Stardust From Your Eyes

Good morning, underlings... What? You aren't surprised that I'd greet you all in such a nonchalant manner, are you? Though I may be a poet, a swordsman, a philosopher, and perhaps even a pioneer of aerodynamics, but the pleasures of a simple life do not elude me so. In my time, I've seen countless lives come and go, like marine life both carried to and taken by the ebb and flow of the tides... Yes, in a world such as this where you cannot guarantee yourself the luxury of waking up the next day, to greet one another with comfort in the mornings is a blessing I could ill afford to forsake. If you could find the time, perhaps you'd like to enjoy a stroll through the field of somniferums with me? Don't look at it as a command from your future lord, think of it as a request from a fellow comrade.