Silverlight Terrace the burn marks on my epiano wont go away

@Revui

the moonlight cascading over the rolling hills casts long, stretching shadows across the ground like the silhouettes of strange beasts in the night. the mayfair's own shadow drifts slowly across the landscape, but his attention is far from the earth under his paws. he moves as if in a trance, motions fluid and confident as his limbs carry him lazily to no particular destination. his attention is fixed skyward, argent gaze parting from the stars every few minutes only to assure himself that the path ahead is clear. he stops after a time, settling at the highest point of a hill with a soft sigh. somewhere far away, he hears a voice:

"you're home now. cortland... you're safe with me."

and his heart aches suddenly and fiercely for that home, though he knows it to be lost forever.