There was a morning at which time the sun's dreadful tears wept. And in that same infinite moment, the moon, the soft, soft moon, gracefully removed its clothing of the nighttime. Atepezia stumbled out of bed, hair ruffled, soul muffled. The past night had been a rough one, for her lover had left her side. Summonth plummeted playfully to his death in a bright cherry-colored 1971 Thunderbird, only to leave Atepezia alone. That was the end of Summepezia.
