Zephyrkul

Another mile traveled with The light of a burning bridge. In a snap it's gone. If I didn't burn these bridges, How would I light my way? Another dozen miles with The light of a burning bridge. In a flash it's gone. If I didn't burn these bridges, How would I stay warm at night? Another hundred miles with The light of a burning bridge. In a moment it's gone. If I didn't burn these bridges, How would I mark my path? Another thousand miles with The light of a burning bridge. In a breath it's gone. If I didn't burn these bridges, How would I stay free? No more miles to travel. I've lost the light to travel with.

An hour has passed since then. I still remember. I still run away, Trying to forget what happened. I will move on soon. A day has passed since then. I still remember. I find you, Trying to protect me. I will move on soon. A week has passed since then. I still remember. I push you away, Trying to hide again. I will move on soon. A month has passed since then. I still remember. I come back, Trying to let go. I will move on soon. A year has passed since then. I still remember. I live in a standstill, Trying to run away. I will move on soon. A decade has passed since then. I still remember.

Five shining stars in the night sky: Are we happy together? The first: the largest Shines brightest, but has no color. The other stars go their separate ways. Four shining stars in the night sky: Are we happy together? The second: the smallest Protects the others to no avail. The other stars go their separate ways. Three shining stars in the night sky: Are we happy together? The third: the strongest Learns too late the value of others. The other stars go their separate ways. Two shining stars in the night sky: Are we happy together? The fourth: the closest Hides the others from the rest of the sky. The other stars go their separate ways.

A trillion specks of gold in the air: Am I worth it? If I help you I will be worth it. Specks of gold fly far away. A billion specks of gold in the air: Am I worth it? If I give you my hand Will I be worth it? Specks of gold float above the clouds. A million specks of gold in the air: Am I worth it? If I stand by you May I be worth it? Specks of gold rain down to earth. A thousand specks of gold in the air: Am I worth it? If I stop your despair How can I be worth it? Specks of gold drain into a canyon. Uncountable specks of gold below the earth: I am not worth it.

Who’s Chanabell? Everyone knows about Chanabell, dear. He’s the reason our town’s so prosperous, thanks to the tourists he attracts. He’s a misunderstood creature. He’ll kill us all one day, I swear it. I’ve got this feeling in my gut about this lake, as if I’m not the only one in it when I go boating... He looked up across the border between worlds at her. Who was this human? All the locals wouldn’t dare to approach the lake, despite the dearth of evidence to his presence. Any natural philosopher could tell that no creature lived in the lake. They studied the lake, searched for every sign of l

I've folded a thousand paper cranes, but I've never finished one of them. I can fold one. Within each unfinished crane I can fold a thousand different constructions. I've folded a million paper cranes, but I've never finished one of them. I can draw on one. Within each piece of paper I can see a thousand different drawings. I've folded a billion paper cranes, but I've never finished one of them. I can see into one. Within every blank slate I can visit a thousand different worlds. I've folded a trillion paper cranes, but I've never finished one of them. I hold in my hands a single one. I fold and I fold: I can't finish a single paper crane.

       "What made you leave?"       "You wouldn't believe me unless you were there."       "You'd be surprised."       Did that mean he was there, or that he had an open mind? Daniel started wondering why he should tell this man, this Zephyr, his past. He leaned forward. "If I tell you why I left, will you tell me your name?" he asked.       "Where did they send you?"       "I'm not answering unless you agree."       The man turned around and looked through the wall of glass. "My own family thinks I'm dead."       "LYST is your family now."       "A nice sentiment, but no, they aren't."       "They sent me to Denver. Actually, they s