Dragoncrest Cliffs all that my heart longs for,

a star.

val's eyes searched the skies, where stars were hidden behind a veil of clouds and light.

what was it like, up there? he closed his eyes and tried to imagine;

swirls of cosmic pink, silvery blue --

a spume of comet dust, the roar of a distant sun

iceshards traveling along ancient rocks, which hurtled past on their own unseeing orbit --

val's eyes opened, and he regarded his maman solemnly. she looked incredibly sad; would she like his answer?

"lonely." the boy murmured, and his imagination of the worlds above trickled away from him like riverwater.