Nova Peak Sittin' all alone,

"whoever she vas then, she vas not that vhen i knew her." mahler scarce had time to introspect upon the nature of another's past life. he hardly dared to meander into his own memories, too full of painful pitfalls they were. starlight chasing itself across the lilac reflection of his eyes.
"i vould indeed," mahler grunted softly. fables could provide a greater joy whereas old recollections could not. and the night was too beautiful to sully with the inordinate shift of pain inside his head each time he reflected.