Shattered among the far and wide she arrives with great attention, mentioned by the many, fearless as her enemy and full of good intention. A friendly fire.

He is waiting for signs to free fear from his pride and lead the scars away from her mighty wings slowly gearing up for flight. She’s riding cares away from days of old while seeking futures with a bolder smile. They linger stylishly through miles of the unknown, the braver souls among the many who seek refuge, dusty and alone.

Building homes from hollow bone and sculptures of defeat in grateful need of such cunning and desperate repair, scarcely sparing change for those oblivious and pretenders who aren’t there. The jester jokes as he ropes his hopes to the echo of her laughter, just as time has found him broken, she only knows thereafter. The facts rarely matter.

A scattered awakening.

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