You've come to the wrong place.
Perfect.
Now come closer.
Do not, oh please, be afraid.
Be full of fear.
Do not come without it.
I take in the four sufferings within the four pores of my mind.
Fear.
Suffering.
Anxiety and grief.
Simply let me insert this tube of elixir into your mind's eye and surely it will remove
all that you fear.
The long years of anxiety, the grief, all the dead around you.
What is my name?
If you will call me Tosca.
What you might call suffering in your language.
In mine there is no other word.
Nothing to compare.
Tosca.
I am Tosca.
The carrier of suffering.
The harbinger of redemption.
The extractor of the four.