The silent star speaks within the well my soul humbly encompasses. Embracing reflections far below a silver mouse crouches at the precipice, her eyes seeing in place of my own. Beneath the waters far down and deep, the bones of lovers mingle in a fire time itself will never quench. A storm brews near, and soon will break. The mouse will flee for safety’s sake. A sage will weep, a child will play… and this is all I here will say.