Dear Nocturnal Macaque,
Soon, you will be a free elf. Scarred, maybe, but hopefully not broken by all that you had been through.
With your departure from all the drudgery of the Shoe Factory, I pray for you all good fortune to gravitate toward you, for peace of heart and peace of mind, always.
Fly free. Soar as high as you can go, with the Sun guiding you onward, forward, and the wind helping to lift you to the heights that you are meant to reach.
Vai con Dio e con gli Angeli.