What cosmic spells unfold around you, a tarry cape sprinkled with fireflies. An explosion of sparks and starfire in the corner of your eyes. If only they had told us that life was reaching for something. Here, you can feel it in your fingers, momentary and tangible and cold - and then gone again. You remember now, this beautiful nightmare, this crushing dream, this reawakening. You remember the feeling, like slipping out into a garden at night, watching the stars, hand in hand with yourself.