The Poet Caster sat alone in the dark hours before dawn. 4AM. She had a "special relationship" with 4AM.
In a dark room we see more clearly what glimmers within. When the lights are on, these glimmers vanish, like the moon vanishes from the daylight sky, swamped by the light of the sun.
In the peaceful, quiet darkness of 4AM, the glimmers of love lost began to get her attention. She felt memories, and loneliness. Her "special relationship" with 4AM... emotions flooded her soul.
She wept, for a past that would never, ever fully leave her.
The invisible dragon was on a night-flight over the great southern land. He felt the flood of emotions, somewhere below him.
He followed the signs of water to the source of the deluge, and landed softly outside the house of the Poet Caster. He peered in the window and saw she had fallen asleep on her couch. Dreams had begun.
He breathed in and blew a gossamer breath across her. His dragon soul sang back to her the song of endless longing.
He saw a tear trickle down her cheek. Then, to his surprise, she spoke as she slept. "It's so sad."
As the invisible dragon prepared to leave, he whispered back to her. "It is only one song. Life gives us many things to sing about."
He beat his wings, and rose into a starry southern sky.
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