I dreamt that I died,
As I do and do again,
But I did not come back.
I was kept behind.
But Harenae came back.
She lived on in her life
And I watched as she loved
But I was dead
And I watched as she wept
But I was dead
And we watched as she died
And we were dead.
Dozens of me.
Plus one more now.
And we all watched
Silently waiting
Hoping
For Harenae to die again.
For another to join us.
Watching. Waiting.
Wordless.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 874 AF.