Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

ever since the split, sleep had evaded him. after every break-up he'd endured, he'd been able to work it off by wandering, traveling hundreds of miles until his aching heart had healed and his itchy paws were satisfied. but now aditya was anchored here, having made a promise to pema, and strolling the borders didn't quite do the trick like a cross-mountain voyage. he felt completely and utterly trapped, and it was with this emotion that he took to walking tonight, cloaked in the meager light of a thin crescent moon, stepping off the plains and onto the gray expanse of the moraine.

he had been asking himself 'why?' many times over the past days, and he still didn't have the answers. he had even turned to hari, whom he hadn't seen in quite some time, but had received no answers. aditya had no one formful to call upon for advice--sunny was too close to dawn, shale was closed off, and grayday was dead. he was completely and utterly alone, fettered in a prison completely silent, save for the roar of his own thoughts.

"bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?" he sang in desperate question, tenor voice lilting in the still night air. "haaye khuda, hai kahaan re tu?" it was then that he realized he had not sang in some time, and his next phrase broke off in a sob, tears coming suddenly to his eyes. he let them fall; with no one to see them, it did not matter where or when they spilled.

once he had sang and danced with reckless abandon, but his time here had hammered him into something harder, sterner, less joyful. if he were to look in a pool, would he recognize his reflection? would the eyes that blinked back at him be familiar? he had forgotten everything--his god, his music, even, haaye, his language, which he'd barely spoken as of late. he had given all his love and all his heart to dawn and her family, and in turn had lost his identity.

so where was his god, his music, his soul? where had the man called aditya gone? these were questions even more complicated than the earthly 'why's that had haunted him, and the agouti male paced the moraine restlessly, an insomniac, staring at the stars and searching desperately for the answers in their depths.