The night is deep, and the dark curtain of sky hangs low.
The air all around bears the most familiar scent of winter: withered grass, dead poplars, yellow leaves... every scene assembles into the simplest of nocturnal landscapes.
Occasionally, when Jasmine Yale stays silent, the surroundings plunge into deep stillness.
In this quietude, she can hear Sylvan Cheney's shallow breaths.
She rests quietly on his shoulder, like a child.
The stars blaze brilliantly, and Changing Light dazzles.
But he, he outshines the stars and is even more captivating than Changing Light.
He has lain dormant in the depths of her heart for years, merging completely with her own, and despite the passage of a thousand ships, she can never forget his visage.
She thought time would enable her to forget the every moment spent with him, but later realized that some people are already etched into her heart.
The wind cannot blow them away; the rain cannot wash them out.
