Little Goat Mountain morgendlich

so there were to be no words from astraeus. mahler did not know what the young man had suffered; all he had of the young voice was the memories from his time as a boy. the corners of his eyes crinkled with a smile that still trembled.
"there are four of us now. myself, vylla, and the youngest children: emmerich, isa, and anselm. phaedra comes and goes." he remembered her, surely. "ve are in the hollow, that vay," mahler told astraeus. "paleo."