Chapter 1.

The summer sun dies beneath the autumn mists and rain, and I walk along a broken road
watching the ceremony of changing seasons with a dejected stare.
I watch with a heart of guilt and know that it was indeed the waters of my being that
smothered the fire of the sun.
A new star dances in the firmament and I can behold her magical glittering through the iron
sky-prison of clouds.
Yet her lofty domain, where ghostly nebulas radiate with hues that promise the birth of new
worlds, seems so utterly beyond my reach.
I ponder the probability that I might somehow capture her from the heavens to enfold her in
my mortal embrace.
She looks upon me with eyes shaded in the pigments of an unblemished azure sky, and as I
meet her gaze I see in the depths of her lovely orbs a longing...a need to be captured by
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