There were stars that fell the night the Dragon thrashed. I saw no sun or moon that day. Many a year that foreshadowed the Fall, but the Fall took mere, bare seconds, and what was foretold unfolded like no man ever writ. Where had I been before this? That my whole life would prepare me for this short space of time? At times to think that there was nothing but the War that made my life, as I stood before angels and did my part. Dreams have not such intensity, and I have thought myself mad at certain episodes. The stories I spin are not quite an ordinary life, even when on the surface they appear so... To have found meaning while hovering in the stratospherics of experience: I know why it is that life is pain. To have walked through worlds separated as the stages of a life... The fantasy has returned me from the sky, and I am left earthbound, reeking of starlight.
