Noctisardor Bypass lieblichkeit

"sonnenwasser," he chuckled softly, as much for her tail
her breath beneath his head was a soothing thing;
mahler thought he could walk down the moonlit path — he thought in this moment he would be able to do anything.
"sunlight on the vater."
belatedly; "i never had a reason to sing. until you."
mahler settled himself more warmly against wylla.
"perhaps sagtannet. perhaps only sawtooth."
all of those names. none of them. he existed in the wheeling space between daydream and consciousness.