- Vol. 03
- Chapter 03
From what galaxy have they come, these guardians of the dusk, gathered on the corners of the dock?
Twilight mutes the water, and they stand on two corners, their dark elongated bodies bearing robes to their feet, if they have feet, their heads piercing the waning light.
And the boy between them, arms spread like wings as he arcs before his dive, the curve of his spine and bent knees ready to propel him into rosy ripples, does not see them, only craves the joy of a brief flight before his plunge, like Icarus, into the patient sea.