- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
I watch you, night after night. From frosty streets and open windows. Rising, and then hanging out over deep oceans. You are a torch out over the wild hills; yellow white and then the color of snow, a circle that rises and falls, casting light on the black woods. Then, you fade between cloud and dust; closing your eye a crescent of orange red. You vanish then, leaving me empty searching the constellations, wondering: where did she go? And why are you here? Each month you return, faceless, your mask a phantom of the night.