- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
You are as rare as pink topaz, so rare that sunlight creeping in at dawn can halve your life, as rare as fire that ignites a thousand hearts or burns the iciest ocean or bursts the dark sky with shimmer. You splinter needles of that rarest pink, warm the crust of this earth with your imperial hue. then fade when you’ve spent your milliseconds of time, cast across the universe.