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Volume 1 The lamp no longer shines. As night gathers, no light flashes warning beams. They step carefully over the bridge, the stream's soft song sounding prettily. A flock of moon birds, afloat on tranquil waters, at one with the night. The deep winter night allows the tree a dreaming time. Sap oozes slowly. Bare tree, last year's nest a dark mass against deep skies, cold and unending. Volume 2 They recommended soft focus. Supposed to make dreams manageable. Realise it, see how your dream blurs, soft edges have lost their focus. If the fog of dreaming thinned, would reality show through? Sepia preserves forgotte

The deep shade harbours the shapes of our fear. The light is promising discovery. Fear and hope may be balanced when courage can tip the scale.

The city's killing him, his face etched with anxiety. It's eating his life.