My dreams were stars in the sky, glimmering in the darkness and giving me light when I thought that all was lost. I could see everything when my dreams were before me, all that I had done, and all that I had to achieve.

When the clouds came, I fumbled. There was nothing I could see, and in my blindness, nothing I could do. I couldn’t sense my way through my world, and the realisation pained me beyond imagination. I bowed my head and prayed that they would leave.

The storm came next, and I could no longer carry myself.


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