we've got to get in to get out

A story told in darkness continues forever; winding, and haunting, and groveling, and sighing, and pawing in restless cold at the glistened bars of reality's cage. Zael and Yurick wrestle, away the moonshine of their intangible given-up dreams.

Not by accident, not by happenstance, not by lack of any other choice, but by reliefstanding and sweatshedding and whispering for more, and more, and more.

A story told in light ends, ends, ends, as the details stand before inspection and give way to their own weight; the love only navigates as midnight stepping from place, to place, to place, to place.