As I traveled up to the moon the sun rose above our eyes and blinded only the darkness it had just broken. I stood atop the moon and looked up at the mountain I call home, so far away, surrounded by ocean blue. I know true that this is my home, Pele's playground, and I honor her, as i honor all deity and divinity. The feel of silver swords so softly killing me, I plunged head first into my love's darkest moon. When I openend my eyes, I knew, only love and beauty.
We need this.
The heart of the sunrise reminds us even on our darkest days their is a heart, however light or dark, that must beat, must live, or else time does not exist
and we become the heart of the sun itself.
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