When things are under control, a particular person cannot divert his attention, otherwise, he will be lost in the ocean like the sailing ship's captain lost his compass. Raizelle De Luna withheld the sweetness of her childhood to follow the path to greatness alongside the bitterness fate can certainly offer. Her life oriented by the clan's queen made the lonely heart seek the king's solace. A life's lesson uncovered as glow turned pale and black turned grey. Affection ceased to exist whilst the door of one's heart opened reaching the suffocating soul drowned in the dark, numbing abyss. An individual's misfit in a demanding society instigated punishment in a chaotic memory. The power of the control converted into sand drifting away from her hold. Extending her arms to accept his hand, the warmth ran through her veins creeping to her heart. As sunlight began to appear on that day, Easton gazed at the face of sorrow. The wound was loosely stitched leaving a visible scar lingering in his mind, trying to suppress the sound of a scream. Though the will pressed on his ears, the silent cries staved off the sympathetic being. He offered everything of his own, wishing to the midnight shooting star that the desire be considered. The vow that has been long forgotten is still laced in the air he breathes. Will the face of the sun be seen when it is dusk despite the troubled sleepless nights?