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"Aren't you coming?" She dashes away across the bridge, feet light on the wooden planks. I follow her slowly, reluctantly. It is a beautiful almost-summer day, the kind of day that makes one want to break into song. But today my mind is empty. It's not that I'm sad or depressed, because I'm not; I'm just not particularly happy, either. And I can't seem to think of the reason that I'm here, with her, today. The end of the bridge, and I step off onto an island of emerald-green grass. I spot her running towards an old, gnarled tree, arms spread wide as if flying. She spins once, then flops down in the shade. When I reach her, she seems like a

Blood-red grass under a glittering emerald moon Violet dust carried by the wind thoughts swirling into runes. "Why?" they wonder. "How?" they ask. And all the while, from the vermillion sky Dust spirals down.

Pearl-gray stone a tower high Wind-blown hair-- a long-ago sigh. A curtain of gauze sheer spider-webbed silk; Memories remembered yet still beyond reach. Red thread tugging closer a pull gladly answered A step through the veil and--

And there was happiness—yes, in the very air; and joy bubbled through the fountains like liquid laughter. And shouts of merriment echoed through the corridors, bouncing off the walls and capturing the ears, minds, emotions of all. And life seemed easy, as ever it were; the days of bright sun, the bountiful harvest of ripe wheat, the wealth of good deeds, good natures, good times. Yet the microcosm that was the two of us remained forever untouched, unnoticed, unknown. A brief moment—your tawny-gold head thrown back, pure beauty, exhilaration—but then a return, to confusion and helplessness and yearning. One ceaselessly rea

I walked through the battlefield, littered with the corpses of the fallen. They seemed to mock me, as if they knew I had not fought alongside them and despised me for it. For a moment, I wished I had been able to help them, those hundreds that had died during that fateful battle. But my attention was quickly drawn back to the reason I had come here today—the pile of bodies that lay against the rocky cliffside. It was as if there was an unseen path that my feet involuntarily took, bringing me closer and closer to that grim heap. The moment I reached it, the glint of a sliver ring caught my eye, and I knew. I had to pause, turning away an