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Beneath the very skies that I had, for so long, sought in vain. An arcane sun
hid behind clouds who were to be my salvation. 'Nectar of the gods; you once
said, now it was their tears I craved, to wash me of this all enveloping and
soul destroying aura. 'And Love Itself Seeks Our Nectar?' I asked. 'Only you can
answer that' he said. 'Why then do I feel as though I am standing before the
court and telling them I have kissed Eternity. When clearly by my withered face,
I have not?'. Still I stand desolate, the path of tears distinguished on my face
and it has not rained in so long. Does this winter have an end?
'It is not really so I have told myself, but to a man whose own reflection is