I befriended the little lonely storm, and together we trudged along toward that glittering point on the horizon.
He asked me where I came from and I answered him with love. He asked me where he came from and I answered him with uncertainty. And then a tumultuous wave of anguish poured out from his very being, and it washed over me a symphony.
We connected for an instant, and in that eternity his burdens, heavy as leather, were lifted, and he drifted like sleep back toward the mountains.
I tried to follow and suddenly I could go no further, for my own hurricane would not permit me. I fought the current of sadness as best I could, then unwillingly drifted back to the waking world; I have failed once more.
I tried your majesty, honestly I did.
You believe me, don't you?