I lay here with oars to my right, staring at the stars above, as meteors grace the night sky. The moon lit backdrop, thick with mist, as if the clouds came down from heaven itself, lend the canvas on which the master paints.

One, two ...

I've never seen so many shooting stars in such a short span of time. The darkness nearly as thick as the mist behind me, yet the moon in all her glory shines her light, as if she on this night were the sun.

At this moment, and although I lay here alone, know with all that's in me, I am not, nor have I ever been.

No, tonight she shines like the sun will never rise again, and I, here alone, wonder the same. Is this to be my last?

Gazing in awe of such beauty, the stars above remind me of the beauty we so often ignore. Let it not be! Ten days I've drifted, ten nights I have witnessed, and for those ten I feel the same.

I need more...

Ten will never do. Nearly starving, I implore you. Let it not be!

My dreams haunt me! I can't bear to sleep. All my life I've never known such beauty, yet it was never far from me.

All my life I wasted. All my life full of could have been's. On this night, I beg for mercy. Just give me ten more days.

How could I have been so blind? It's all right in front of me. I wish for it not to be, but I cannot deny the truth.

How could I have been so...