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hope you have seen the world you wanted to see as a child. He smiles, for there is still so much of the world he yearns to see. For all that he has seen, it’s never enough. He wants more – to see more, to experience more – to know more. Her story might be Delumine, but Novus was just one page in his. There was still so much unwritten, so he can do little more than sigh a whimsical sigh, wondering at what adventure might come next. And in a way, he feels a pang of pity for the mare, whose world seems so small compared to his (even if she seemed to enjoy the confines of Delumine).“As you wish,” he whispers with a twinkle in his eye, knowing that he would find the unicorn again and would wonder what she’d add to her story in between their meetings. She whispers of gardens and of moonlight, and for a moment, Nightwish wonders if the romance of the night has cracked its way through her hard exterior. For nights like these were ripe with wonder, if only one were to reach out and grasp it in their fingers.
But then she goes, embracing the darkness once more, and the storyteller is helpless but to follow her with his curious gaze, wondering where it was that she ran to. And as he turns back to the bonfires and the spirits who danced around them, Nightwish wondered what stories he might scribble in his journal of their meeting, and what might come next in their story.
Nightwish
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