Just a song. Just another sad love song, that was all, naught more.
But a song that made a grown man's color fade from his face. A song that made his lady cry. A song that spoke of love and loss, and more, of worlds where time was a factor gone astray. Where a travelling stranger went away for a hand of years and returned to find half a century gone by.
Different worlds kept different times, he supposed that was the moral behind the tale. As if there were truly worlds and worlds, as natural as lands and lands.
Land and land, world and world--she had once said, long and long ago--one is much like another.
He chewed his knuckles to the bone, thinking and thinking himself to sleep. Dreams assailed him throughout that long night, dreams of him and his lady separated, rent apart by the vagaries of time and space.
And in his dreams, he kept losing her, following and searching the heavens from afar. And in his dreams, the Argentene no longer shone, less the one significant star.
And in his dreams, the seasons slowly passed, till the fertile earth turned fallow.
And still, still, still, he found her not.
And in his dreams, he feared he would grow old while searching his world for her. Till he threw himself in one unhallowed lake, and passaged his way to the stars.
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