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[Arahim]

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Stones in sunlight dance in silent vigil.

Nestled amidst tall grasses and scrub brush, rooted in disarray at the feet of sleeping mountains far removed from the face of the everyday.

Creeping life luminous, spilling down its craggy sides molten and fiery.

Once grey rock burnished in reds, dappled in shadows.

Christopher ran breathlessly through a wild sea of white blossoms that near swallowed his four year old frame whole. The morning glittering upon the flowers so as to create a scene that seemed impossible; that could exist only in the mind, and visions of poets or painters. Like the silver lamps of starlight gathered upon the earth by invisible hands, and set upon slender staves and swaying.

Arahim smiled to see his only child so hale and happy. He thought nothing of his sudden shift of scenery, and took the greatest delight in the simplest of things.

And though here, nestled within a ring of titan stone scratching the very crown of cloud and sky, was some tiny portion of secret heaven, Arahim chafed still at the notion of what brought him here. Of fleeing his home, and those he had gathered to him in love. Of costing Christopher a stability he so needed.

Summer begins its final stages, burning embers into Autumn.

To live, certain things now must die, and home beckons.