| Fifth Moon The fragment of memory lost in the gap between life and death. Is it something that will point the way to spiritual awareness? The silver metallic gun crushes, And my right arm metamorphoses. My past, my people, my mother The moment I was reunited with everything I ever protected. The light took Augusta. The humanoid typhoon, the sixty-billion dollar man Vash the Stampede This is the beginning of my past; This is the end of my journey. |