When night has finally fallen, there a train of heavy loads pulls into Vorüban Station. A young man of twenty, exits his cabin under a starry night, under her thick
breath, this woeful man runs to his spouse with her enwrapped in his jungled arms swinging her, his lost love now refound smiling under streetlamps, his absence lost.
Two longing years, and obsessed with return, he dreams with memories of her company under stars of lightning illuminating darkness.
She’s Goddess of Night. He dreams of heaven under soothing flames of her spellbounding touch; The eternal marks burned into memory.
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