Lullabies and melodies composed around foreign scales, softly tumbling into unexpected progressions.
Stars shimmering, set into patterns too complicated for comprehension.
I'm sitting in the middle of a jar of fireflies, looking out.
Arches cut into architecture as deeply as possible, enough granite left to support, but as though the builder wanted to show as much of the heavens as possible.
Sleep on the left side, leave the sword hand free.
Firelight and torches flicker, casting ambiguous shadows onto the cobblestone courtyard.
I miss her so much.
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