I won't give up on you
I have hope. It's small but I do..please
Sunlight fades to Moonlight.
skies open up the heavens above for the land and sea below of which fire and ash rain like fireflies in the dawning sky. The silver moon lights the way of the wanderer as she walks across the fields of green towards a mountain peak of powered snow. she comes to a fork and stops. waiting for a sign on where to walk, what path she must take. but that dark path to her right beckons to her. there's a voice in the left, pleading but it's too muffled to hear.
the wanderer turns right and starts walking..
