Banished from his Eastern realms, tried for treason.
And all for what? For something as insubstantial as the body he now called his.
Why was he here? Staring up at a liquid blue moon,
gazing at an endless expanse of stars stretching far as his eye could see. He
remembered the stars. Remembered dancing through galaxies, bending time and
matter to his will.
Happy reading!
~Marie
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