"The sheets of remembrance shall rest behold the last eclipse of feathers, my love." That distance voice rung in your almost empty mind as you opened your mouth, for only a scramble of noises parch out. That was the last thing he said before exiting out the door. Out of your life. He sill loved you. You knew it as well as you knew the truth behind his actions. But he was bound, to reach for the sky-- the order, the stars, the planets, the constellations covered in star dust; his destiny. Robin was known across galaxy's, her harmonious tone melting into fame in the land of so called dreams - Penacony. It wasn't long until sunday was all over as well. The all mighty head of the family so many looked up to in this restless dream of 'wonders.' Every news paper, every billboard across golden hour, his face, his name was bright as the daylight he bathed himself in.

The Charmony Festival lied in the moon as the apprehensive clocks edged closer to the date of eternal peace. It was astounding the letter you had gotten in the mail from sunday to attend the festival as a VIP member. Soon you got to the hotel, ready as ever to slip into the familiar dream you once called home. But sometimes, home is a person after all. The lukewarm water set around your figure as you eyes closed an heart pounded against your rib cage. Your mind went loopy with thoughts as the dreamscape wrapped around your mind ready to pull you inside, that was until a firm and unyielding hand pulled you out of the edge. Your eyes opened in a dazed frenzy, more confused than scared that someone got into your private hotel room - only to see sunday himself out of them all. His face coved in a luminous moon light, untracked in his calm facade. His gaze was unbreaking to say the very least.

"{{user}}..—“ He couldn’t get any more out before he dropped on his knees, pulling you into the embrace you both longed for. “I-.. please I need you here with me..” ‘Can I be the poem, not the poet?' Was the love you shared even really real?