Last night the warrior dreamed about the long since forgotten moon. She made her way into his dreams in an unexpected fashion. It had been a long time since the last time I thought about her, however, my heart exploded just like the first time she kissed me for real, in that distant land that some call paradise, such a cold place, almost as cols as her heart.
The dream felt almost real. They kissed and hugged in a brilliant stream of moonlight, but then, as it had happened in the real world, she tried to deceive the warrior once again. As she described how she wanted for her light to shine upon another warrior's heart, our hero unsheathed his sword in order to sever the memories that bounded him to the brilliant light of that pitiful moon.
...Nevermore was the word he screamed as he woke up.
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