In the darkness.

She stands before the moon hiding within its silver light. Her heart facing in a direction that she has never known. Aimlessly wandering within her own spirit's limits. Her soul is torn still ripping at the seams. She hopes he will give her wings of fire, but he stands there with his confused hands behind his back. She whispers in his ear, "is this the hope I have battled for all these years?" He turns his head to peer into the distance as if he wishes his mind could be strong enough to begin walking away from her. 

He knows her decay is all she is. He weeps for his own sacrifice. Forsaking a possibility that he must play in his mind as if he could transcend the dimension that he is trapped in to an alternate reality. She falls to her knees realizing her horrible reality. Knowing that she can not change her direction she looks to his back to reach for him but she knows he was never really there for her to touch. Her hands withered and her face scared from the cutting of time.

Something inside both of them pull them together and they begin to melt into themselves. He stands face toward the ground, shamed from his damaged life. She screams "It is you I love, it is you I breathe, it is your stardust I require to live." He builds his strength and with all of his might he places his arms around her. He dries her tears with his soul. A dream of perfection yet so damaged beyond repair. This is who she is. With her weak body she stands before the moon hiding within its silver light.