Her hands slip over the sands, like the breeze that comes from leagues away. That place, of stone and heights, green and cool. The tireless spires that reach towards the blue sky, her strength is so. A thousand years and a thousand before and a thousand more, a thousand still, and a thousand thereafter. There, into what day’s end, and into such dark realm, she can only glow. As much as any star, as any wished upon. She could look back at what remains the night, and the day thereafter. That thin line that measures each into the other, and smile. Just smile, for all the things she could do, brighten all days from grey and rain. Smile and the day thus is.