A paragon of endless times journied through an ocean of darkness and light To which the cold of space is nothing but common within an age's height To stop within the ring of a place that once was but now is no more For out of all of life's givings, it is the mount of regret we all come to store Beauty is a memory because we can see it no longer in this place So many a times I flee here and sit, alone in the darkness of space
Inspired by Yuji Sekiguchi "Elia, the Maiden of Water "
