Literature
memory field
Upon that lonely plain, where the wind carries the voices of ages long dead, once again I met your eyes. At the corner of vision the black star yawned, darker than the hollow winter sky. No... not a star; but a doorway. Dreams shatter reality, we were walking without knowing, side by side through dusk and dawn, without ever knowing the deeper secrets of the wheel. On that lonely plain, the divide between us is grinning. Because I cannot let you live; and because I cannot end you now. The divide between us is grinning.