I have dreamed of starlit skies where you could look all the way back to the fires of creation. I have dreamed of seas stretching infinitely out, whose shores entertained endless summer days. I have dreamed of mountains whose peaks rose through the floor of Heaven, that take an entire lifetime to climb. I have dreamed of forests darker than night, holding secrets that slip from the memory once one emerges out the borders of its sacred trees. I have dreamed of a single candle lit in the vastest night, a finger of hope that stubbornly held its ground, a solemn promise that dawn would come. And dreaming, dreaming, I, in the sleep that remembers how it came to be, wondering at immortality.

(I am the palad1n.)