I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

Underground, the stars are legend.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique