#wyndrider

[falkonryderz]

Listen/purchase: Revival by WyndRider

Southern rock hatású, mocskosan rock and rollos doom / stoner darab, ahol hál’ Istennek annyira szétkúrták az éneket, hogy szerencsére nem is zavar... Hozza az érz��st oszt jóvan...

[fortifiedinsound]

Released in June, WyndRider's second LP doesn't disappoint with deep riffs and telling lyrics. Sure to be on more than one Best of the Year list. Check it out, listen now:

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

saw wurm sun + wyndrider + weed demon + wolftooth tonite

[norteenlinea]

Massive Thanks to 21,919 Headbangers Worldwide for Tuning in to The Zach Moonshine Show with Wyndrider!

http://dlvr.it/T8YSRP

[greatalbumcover]

WyndRider - WyndRider (Full Album 2023)

[snorkled-orca]

So House of the Dragon has my brain going brrr so I made a fan-dragon

His name is Wyndrider and he is around 15 years old. He is also sometimes called “Sun-face” due to his coloring. 

I don’t have a title for him like other dragons do but I call him the “Tropic Tango” as a joke

He is based off of:

Argus Monitor / other monitor species facial / neck structure

Collard lizard colors

Rwenzori Three Horned Chameleon nose horn, yellow on his sides, and the color used for his hands and feet gradient

Rattlesnake tail and venom duct

Basilisk Lizard crests/frills 

Smooth skin/scales like Leatherback bearded dragons and snake species

Pterosaur-like wings

Diet:

He is mainly a piscivore, but he has a strange liking to carrots

He doesn’t char his food like many other dragons do

Personality:

Basically an energetic puppy with wings and fire

He will play tug-of-war and fetch, but be careful when playing ToW because he is strong for his size

He is able to understand “non-dragon/Valyrian” languages pretty well, and will preform tasks when asked

10/10 would dance for you if you asked

Abilities:

He is able to swim quite well

He can use his the end of his tail like a weapon due to its hard structure and pointed edge

He is a very good flier, and is able to find the perfect air currents to glide for miles 

Can use his front horn as a weapon like a rhino would

He has venom that will make it where blood is unable to clot so the bite-victim bleeds out

Downfalls:

A little too trusting of everyone

He has to take a running start to fly (like pit-Drogon)

He has very smooth and tiny scales which don’t provide as much protection as larger scales do

Very colorful, makes him very easy to spot

Smaller in size due to his age, please don’t do what Vhagar did to Arrax to him (spoilers)

Stats: (estimated because I suck at calculating things, especially when paired with fictional dragons)

Age: around 15, most likely 13

Height: 10 feet at the crest (image is him compared to my 5′7 self)

Length: Around 22 feet 

Wingspan: Around 25 feet

Also apparently the average height for women in the U.S. is 5′4 so I guess I could be considered tall

[letsflytoasiarenata]

wyndrider replied to your post “When IU asked LJK to help her to promote her single, he probably was...”

I hope she tells him to cut the mullet

Iqma lol

NO CAPE CUT THE MULLET

[theflowergirl]

I've been wanting to ask this of you for quite sometimes but never did. Can you recommend me some anime? I've been away from anime world for quite sometimes. I want to start watching anime again but I just don't know what to watch. I need to make a list of anime to check out later. Thanks Lily :)

I feel like I’ve been waiting for this question my whole life. Melodramatic queen.

I say this as I haven’t been keeping up with anime seasons since 2015, but I’m still an anime fan so let’s go for a few recs!

Akatsuki no Yona / Yona of the Dawn

I’m starting with this one because I noticed you mean to start it so I’ll just convince you to go for it, lol. Yona is a good transition for someone who has been watching mostly kdrama/cdrama because the scenario is very reminiscent of Korea and the magic aspects can appeal to wuxia fans.

The plot? Oh, the sageuk feels. Sheltered princess Yona’s best friend/first love murders her father to become King, and Yona is forced to flee the palace to save her own life. Together with her other childhood friend and guardian, Son Hak, Yona sets out to find allies who can help her reclaim her throne - and the dragons from legend who will pledge their lives to her.

It’s wonderful to watch Yona grow. She doesn’t know much of anything, of the world, of battle, but she adapts, and boy, does she adapt.

Chills.

Natsume Yuujinchou

Natsume is basically my life. At this point in time, Natsume has gathered 6 seasons and if you think that would have lessened its quality, you’d be wrong. It’s still just as touching, universal and magnificent as it was 9 years ago.

High school student Natsume Takashi can see spirits. This has ruined his life since he was a child because everyone is afraid of him, and without parents, Natsume goes back and forth between relatives who don’t want the hassle of raising such a problematic child. Natsume discovers his grandmother, Natsume Reiko, had the same powers as he did and went around making contracts with spirits and collecting their names in a single book called the Yuujinchou - the Book of Friends. He also releases a powerful spirit called Madara - who usually hides in the form of a fat cat.

What makes Natsume so different from all other “boy can see spirits” anime is that it’s very… soft. Natsume could have been a hateful, traumatized child but he’s kind. He will always stop to help, he will always smile, no matter how painfulk it is for him to do so. It is no exaggeration to say I’ve cried in every episode because, well, I have. It shows so many different human emotions, so many connections, lost love, lost friendships, and relationships that can also never be broken. It’s beautiful and poingnant and you will not regret the hours spent on it.

Tiger & Bunny

This is the point where my anime friends, if they see this list, will be laughing loudly and saying, “Yep, that’s Lily, all right”. Because I was obnoxiously loud about T&B in 2011 and I’m still loud about it now.

Do you like super-heroes? Are you tired of anime set in high school? Do you want to see characters struggling to find the essence of what makes them what they are, to find what they truly want to be? Do you like stories of revenge, of trauma, of manipulation, of betrayal? T&B has got your back.

In a world where being a super-hero is a job and some humans called NEXT have developed powers, our veteran protagonist, Kotetsu Kaburagi aka Wild Tiger, in order to cover up for his multiple fuck-ups, is forced to form the first ever super-hero duo with newcomer Barnaby Brooks Jr. The worst thing? Barnaby has the same NEXT powers as Kotetsu - the Hundred Power, a power-up that makes enhances all their abilities a hundred-fold for the span of 5 minutes. Can Kotetsu and Barnaby learn to work together? Can Barnaby discover the truth behind his parents’ murder?

T&B is exciting with great characters and a breath of fresh air for anime fans that have been long tired of being fed the same tropes. So go watch it and join me in my cry for a second season!

Akagami no Shirayukihime

So, let’s say you’re a fairy tale fan. What if I told you Snow White is a herbalist who flees her country to escape the unwanted attention of a spoiled prince, only to fall in the graces of a better, handsome, kind and brave prince who offers her a place in his own country, where she can hone her abilities and use them for good?

That’s the premise of Akagami no Shirayukihime, or Snow White With The Red Hair. If you’re a fan of romance, this is a huge treat. Not only is Shirayuki an icon - telling princes off, doing her own thing, refusing to accept bullshit, but Zen Wisteria, her prince, is so dreamy, exactly the kind of prince you’ve ever wanted to meet. The sweet development of their relationship and Shirayuki’s ascension inside the court is a treat to see, and every character grows inside your heart. This is a must watch.

This is growing huge so I’ll just drop some titles for your consideration now lmao. I stan every single one of them 💕

Aoi Hana (girls loving girls, in the most realistic, human way)

Barakamon (conceited adult makes a huge mistake and is thrown off to live in an island and repent; there, he befriends all the islanders and, especialy, the children)

Chihayafuru (hitting cards off the floor is a sport, and it will make you cry. Trust me on this.)

Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju (discover the almost lost art of rakugo, an entertaining form of story-telling, and the lives that have been touched by it)

Gourmet Girl Graffiti (cute girls bonding over food. I’m especially targeting @justonehappyvictory)

Croisée in a Foreign Labyrinth (cute Japanese girl in France!)

Kids on the Slope (highschool kids learning to deal with loneliness through jazz)

Lovely Complex (tall girl falls for short boy and they’re the most idiots ever, send help)

Maria Watches Over Us, or, as it’s popularly known, Maria-sama Ga Miteru (not as gay as you’d expect, beautiful bonding between girls)

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun (you’d think the most popular shoujo author is a woman… but it’s a high school boy who barely displays any emotion?? Gender roles reversed at every corner! Absolutely hilarious)

My Love Story!! (big guys who look threatening but are sweethearts can love the cutest girls, why not?)

NANA (two girls with the same name meet and share one of the most profound relationships. Do you want to cry? I cry.)

Nodame Cantabile (anime! jdrama! kdrama! enjoy the musical dorks in every media possible!)

Princess Tutu (the fairy tale that will change your life)

Tamako Market (adorable girls and a talking bird being silly in a big market)

The Perfect Insider (a good thriller anime that is so hard to find)

Your Lie in April (yup, this one will make you cry too)

…I think that helps? I DID NOT GET CARRIED AWAY………

( ˘ ³˘)♥

[justonehappyvictory]

You smell like stars

Hae Soo felt the aches of standing toolong, the pains of customers being too demanding, too needy, toounhappy. She was tired, her stomach grumbled, and the blisteron her heel busted and bled into her shoe. Clocking out at the end of her long shift gave her renewed strength and energy. 

The moon glowed above her and it guidedher home. She knew Wang So already slept, always missing her as heleft early for work, always missing her when she worked late. Itstrained their relationship, but it was the little things that keptthem strong. The notes left on mirrors, the lunches packed with love,the jokes they texted to each other through the day. The dinners lefton the table, like tonight, with a single peony and a handwrittennote attached – Eating is important. Don’tskip meals!

She laughed. “That man knows me toowell.”

She ate every last bit, not a grain ofrice left in her bowl. With her tummy filled and her feet rested, sheshowered and changed into her pajamas. She climbed into their bed,snuggling close to his warmth and he wrapped himself around her. Thisis what she waited for, at the end of every day, to lose herself inhis aroma, his touch, his promise of a better tomorrow.

send me a title and i’ll tell you what i’d write

[leekangdoo]

Hi! For Asian Drama Ask: 7 & 8

hello :-)

7: Preferred drama genre?

i don’t really have one, i think? i watch everything lol. i’m not that into medical dramas though (which makes no freaking sense since im a med student? lol)

8: First drama you considered your favorite?

shut up flower boyband. still is one of my favorites lol

[doomedandstoned]

Tennessee Doom Quartet WYNDRIDER Drop 3rd Single From Fuzzy Debut

~Doomed & Stoned~

By Billy Goate

Woah, bless my soul I'm gonna lose my mind

Hailing from East Tennessee, WYNDRIDER bring from their own soil elements of blues, smokey jazz, country & western, and rock 'n' roll, grafted onto a doom machine that's as heavy as Windhand, fuzzy as Hazemaze, with much love given to Black Sabbath.

There's something about this music that just sets me right. This is especially true when I'm listening with headphones and the mix can really surround me with the experience.

Having given us a good ten-minute window into their forthcoming self-titled LP with the tracks "Pit Witch" and "Creator," the band now reveals the seven-minute “Space Paper/Acid Saloon” en route to the album's release next week.

WyndRider describes the track this way: “A shootout between warp speed reality and the mesosphere of your mind, 'Space Paper/Acid Saloon' puts the psychedelics back into psychedelic music. Take the paper and blast off to the hazy realm of truth and color. Just don’t forget where you left your shoes.”

A dank, hazy opening theme emerges amidst rattling cymbals and mysterious strings. Chloe Gould's vocals are relaxed with the vibe, but carry a graver message. "You're wrong if you think they will spare you," she intones ominously. Meanwhile, the guitar is swampy and radiant with fuzz, with an almost Pentegramesque tone. That's appropriate for a song about druids and elves. The scene ends in a haze, the blurry notes suggesting that maybe it was some uncanny dream.

Look for WyndRider to emerge March 31st on CD, vinyl, and digital formats (preorder here).

Give ear...

WyndRider by WyndRider

SOME BUZZ

WyndRider is a four piece, female fronted Stoner Doom band from the mountains of East Tennessee. Joshuwah Herald (bass), Robbie Willis (guitar), and Chloe Gould (vocals) began the formation of this band in October of 2021. Richard Bucher (drums) joined the fold in February of 2022 and we played our first show on March 31, 2022 at the Hideaway in Johnson City, TN.

With only one single available online since the beginning, we have moved leaps and bounds, booking in Kentucky, North Carolina, South Carolina, and around Tennessee. We had the privilege of sharing the stage with names such as Caustic Casanova and Book of Wyrms at Holler of Doom II Festival in London, KY, and Dizygote, Lung, and Gaffer Project in our hometown of Johnson City, TN. We returned to London, KY this fall to play a second festival- Mountains of Metal 7, and Lexington, KY for Revenge of the Toker Day Fest.

Our first self-titled album, WyndRider, was recorded in late September by Danielle Fehr from The Wizard Productions. The recordings are the most raw, natural sounding form of our songs that we were able to capture in a studio setting, while still emulating the energy of a live performance. Bands such as Black Sabbath, Steppenwolf, and Budgie inspired our take on a continuation of heavy and psychedelic music. The themes of this album are a culmination of subjects such as apocalypse, alien life, the Satanic Panic, and sarcastic dissection of the Christian Church. It portrays a new version of the physical, biting addictiveness that Rock and Roll inspired for another generation.

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[wenskexing]

Happy Birthday! I hope I'm not too late to wish you :) Hope you have a wonderful day and eat amazing, delicious cake. xxx

thank you !! and youre not late at all :)

[krysyuy]

I was tagged by @letsflytoasiarenata and @theflowergirl, thank youuu 💖 Shall we expose what everyone already knows? Let's gooooo~!

Rules: Name 5 celebrity crushes from 5 different movies/band/series/etc and tag 10 people!

The first two are my big crushes and can't be considered on the same level as the rest, lmao.

1. Lee Joon Gi ☆ LJG is so talented and soooo silly, this handsome bastard and goofball has my heart for better or worse. (Srsly, 2019 was rough - is he an idol or a jiu-jitsu athlete???) His voice also does things to me. I need him to hit drama gold because his career deserves better and he should be getting more role offers. I'm not sure if Flower of Evil will be that drama, just because of its genre, but at the very least the role will be something refreshing. And if you see my friends and I roasting him - we drag him because we love him. ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

2. Lee Ji Eun (IU) ☆ The more I discover about JE, the more I kick myself for not being a fan sooner. She's gorgeous, brilliant as hell, and so goddamn funny. Seriously, I adore her sense of humor. Let's not forget her angelic voice! She deserves all the success that has only been climbing to greater heights year by year. Also, I may or may not have a weakness for her legs step on me, Ji Eun!!!.

3. Hong Jong Hyun His looks fit my taste perfectly, lmao. I will enjoy when he gets a lead role again, and not just a main role where he plays the other side of a love triangle. Mother of Mine doesn't count.

4. Xiao Zhan This may come as a surprise since I don't often post about him (which I guess is true for my other crushes that aren't JG or JE lollll), but I love him muchly.

5. Yang Yang The first drama I saw of his was actually The King's Avatar, haha. I watched Love O2O afterwards and enjoyed that too. I can only hope his hair has finally grown out of that buzzcut he got for his military drama filming. (╥﹏╥)

Honorable Mentions: Emilia Clarke, Wang Yibo, Deng Lun, Woo Do Hwan, Kamenashi Kazuya, Taguchi Junnosuke, etc etc.

Tagging: @justonehappyvictory, @wyndrider, @mercipourleslivres​, @ambitious-witch​, @belsmultifandommess​, @dreamer-hyun​, @lavenderbyun​, @koalaforlife​ (Sorry if being tagged seems random, only do it if you want to! haha)

[chapitre7]

30.000 Years

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo [달의 연인-보보경심 려] fanfiction

Soul Mates/Chance Meetings AU / Partially canon

Wang So/Hae Soo

Mentions of Lee Ji An from My Ahjussi

Shameless use of Utada Hikaru

For @wyndrider. Happy birthday!

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“If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.”

— R.M. Drake 

  He was a tree, once. It may have been the first time they met, but not the one that started it all. Time, always twisting and turning, yet a mystery to our conceptions, has a tricky way of working. It branches out, up, down, backwards, forwards. One simple event, one single spark, is enough to set it free. Time is alive, perhaps. Self-aware. A romantic.

 He was a tree. Giving her shelter, giving her shade. Showering her with flowers in spring, littering the ground with leaves in autumn to provide her with an outdoor blanket. She often came to see him, to be with him. There was something wrong in the main house and he was her escape. Sitting upon a hill, it was like everything behind them wasn’t important, didn’t exist. Her father never came after her, and for that, he was glad. He could give her a little comfort. Peace for her reading, for her crying.

 When she came to him dressed as a bride, he was sad at the prospect of a farewell.  The wind carried away his leaves, his branches shaking, as if sobbing. Nothing could have prepared him for her plan. He was just a tree who lived in the moment, who could not think ahead, who could not stop anything. So he just witnessed as she tied the rope around his tallest branch and took her leap into the abyss.

 He died not much longer after they came to take her away. At least, it wasn’t a long time for a tree. It might have been years until his trunk dried out, perished to nature’s merciless hands. No, he could not blame nature. Without someone to enjoy the summer sun under his protection, he no longer had a meaning to live. No one from the main house ever came near him again.

 And no one was her.

  The first time he was a woman, she was a woman, too, so it was doomed from the start. At least at that point in history. Time may be a romantic, but it cannot promise happiness — that much we know, from their story alone. Spiraling, spiraling through the fabric of ages, their threads would always entangle, always design the most intricate shapes in their desperate quest for love. But threads are so delicate, so easy to unravel, though they always tried their best. They tried.

 His soul belonged to a saleswoman. She sold accessories for women. Hair pieces, bracelets, cheap trinkets for simple girls. She helped design them and she was proud about it, always making sure the finished product was just as she had envisioned them. As she was a woman, her temper and demanding tone weren’t well seen, so some said she was bound to end up alone forever. That was fine by her. She had no interest in marriage or tending a house.

 The other came unannounced, as she always did. Her presence was always so innocent, almost as if she didn’t mean to be so special. In truth, neither of them were special, neither of them meant to challenge fate so strongly. It wasn’t their fault that Time fell in love with their souls. So they were innocent, lived innocently, until the impact of their touch set history off course, set a mark. Threads, entangling.

 The touch on her hand meant to be casual. Just a woman selling a ring to another woman. But that hand was smaller, fairer. She was definitely a noble, was the saleswoman’s thought. Definitely, with that healthy complexion, that silky hair. She didn’t know if she was envious or if the desire to touch the lady’s hair was something else entirely. The saleswoman slipped the ring on her finger to show her how it looked, and the lady’s smile was an unexpected blow. The saleswoman, without thinking much at all, reached forward and placed a hairpin on her hair. “It looks beautiful on you, agassi,” the woman said, praising her own merchandise, but the lady laughed. She laughed. When was the last time she received such a treasure?

 The saleswoman never married. The lady probably did. Did she think of her on the long nights of life as well?  If not on all of them, maybe on some, with the moon as her witness? Did she wonder what it would be like, to give in to uncontrollable feelings? If she was a noble lady, did she love the husband her family chose for her? The saleswoman hoped so. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she felt she had already felt too much sadness over failed marriages. Bridal robes floating in the wind.

 With her last breath, she hoped she could love all she wanted in her next life.

 Or to not be born at all.

But what was special about their souls? Was there simply a void the other filled, made complete? Is that what the songs said, the poetry, the lovers? Is that what dreams are made of, the legends, what keeps us going when there’s no other hope to have? Soul mates, soul twins, one soul, divided in two?

 What is known — he was once a prince. She was nobody, and she was his everything. Their eyes, meeting through a crowd; his arms, seizing her and setting her on his own path, unaware of the meaning of the action, of the weight of her life on his. And what other ending could there have been for them if not premature death? Words dead in throat, never to have lived to see the light of day, so much love yet to give but nobody left to give it to? Their tragedy, their incompleteness, is the start. A spark that unsettles the map of the universe. Souls are but speckles of stardust, they are but energy, there can’t be such specifics pairs to match, to come together. There is only energy. There is only life, to begin where one ends.

 So what made their souls different? What about them inspired broken-hearted writers?

 Maybe Time’s own broken heart, gripping their threads tightly, spinning them so they could meet again and again and again. Maybe Fate’s regret. Love’s dreams. Or the prince’s longing, his heart’s cries echoing through the infinity of space.

 However it was, whatever happened, their souls traveled. They wandered, they sought each other out, with no memory of their loss until their bodies, the vessels of their souls, remembered what it was like to feel the other. A recognition unlike any other, that made no sense. There’s no sense about the two of them; sometimes one is the bird that sings by the other’s window after their mother passes away; sometimes they’re a plant, giving the other oxygen. Sometimes they’re a precious pet, who warms the other on cold nights of winter, signifying a whole life of happiness in the brief time they’re alive. They’re not sense; they’re the pursuit of happiness.

 The prince’s soul, who’s lived for thousands of years, is birthed again. And just like every other time, it suffers; that’s how we know it’s him. That’s how we recognize him, as if Time did not have the power to change him. In that petite girl’s body, the prince��s soul loses again. Struggles. Hates, when it wanted to love. Abandons, when it wanted to stay. Lives every pain that he lived, almost like a monstrous joke. The girl survives. Like the prince survived.

 But Fate tries their hand at something else. With a bleeding heart, it sets a different course for that soul. Somebody else comes into the girl’s life, someone who was not who Time intended. Someone with the power to change everything.

 Could it be that Fate was breaking their ill meetings? That they were finally made for something different in that life?

 But reader, we’ve come this far. We know they’re naught but remains of old stars, that nothing is set in stone for them. It’s a conspiracy of the cosmos, nothing more, nothing less. So what could different meetings mean, if not the enrichment of their own souls, the accumulation of energy for something more?

 Oh Fate. I can see your bleeding heart from here.

 So, we find ourselves here: our last destination. Not the last for them; theirs is an endless loop of meetings. But maybe this is the happier one. Maybe this is the one we’ve been looking for. It’s where they find joy. Because despite her heart belonging to another, she, who bears the prince’s soul, still meets the court lady’s soul. And because she promised to be happy, she gives in to the meeting. A meeting just like it once happened. Maybe more than once. It’s hard to keep track.

 They bump into each other on the street.

 She drops the coffee cups she was carrying back to her office. She has a gut feeling to snap, but she doesn’t. In this life, she was not raised among wolves. In this life, she has suffered, but she has also learned to live, to give happiness a chance. So she just sighs and bents to pick up her trash, nodding to his apologies, not looking at him until she does. He has a funny expression on his face, a grimace, like the court lady used to wear. She lets out a chuckle, unable to contain herself. She already knows that people wear so many masks to hide their true selves, so many that sometimes they don’t even know themselves, but still she chuckles, bares her emotions for a second. The next second she’s biting her lower lip, composing herself, but it’s too late, he’s heard her, and he’s smiling and offering to pay for the damage. Her impulses say no, tell her to leave, but that’s just the fear talking, the past talking. She nods instead, follows him, and their threads come together again, walking towards a complete circle.

 I will not say it’s a happy ending, or even that it ended at all. One does not simply find happiness with such simplicity, or so early. I will, however, say that when she lies awake at night, his body warming her back, their fingers interlaced before her eyes, she wonders if that’s what happiness feels like. She didn’t know, she hadn’t learned, just like our prince never had his chance, had to fight for it. She’s tired of fighting, she has already fought so much, she wants to let go.

 She turns in his arms, faces him. With her hand, she traces his cheekbones, his eyelashes. She doesn’t know, but fate can see how they’re mirrors of each other’s soul. Fate knows how the scene plays itself again, and how even her thoughts are an echo from centuries ago, playing against the walls of creation. Am I allowed to be happy like this?

He smiles in his dreams, opens his eyes to the reality of her. He exhales soundly through his nose, places his hand upon hers.

 “Ji An,” he says. “Sometimes, I feel you’re so far from me. Where do you go?”

 She smiles, almost as if she can see the irony of his words, but knowing she’s always the one left behind.

 “Thirty thousand years ago and back,” she says. He chuckles.

 “Is that how old you are?”

 “Yes.”

 He hums, pulls her closer to his chest.

 “In that case,” he says, and she can hear his heartbeats punctuating his pauses, “will you take me with you?”

 She wraps her arms around him, as if accepting his request, thinking that maybe, thirty thousand years is all she’ll get in the end. She thinks that maybe, this is where her journey finally ends. The moonlight showers their bodies on the bed through the open window, casts shadows on the wall, shadows of a past where it all began. The prince who suffered, the court lady who gave it all back. The end meeting at the beginning, a flawless circle. But it’s only flawless to those who don’t know any better. We know better; we see the knots, we see the spots where the threads almost tore themselves apart. But Time, hopeless Time, marches on, their souls carefully cradled between its hands.

 So is it the end?

 I’ll tell you there were partings, there were tears. There were misunderstandings, there were reconciliations. There were almost ends, and new beginnings.

 But everybody finds love, in the end.

If I can live again, I want to be the rain that falls, the rain that falls on you, that wets your path so it can reflect your light in darkness.

 I want to be the flowers that blossom to you in spring, the leaves that protect your fall in autumn.

 I want to be the air you breathe, and everything you see. I want to be every life that you live, every part that makes you who you are.

 This I swear. I’ll fight time, and I’ll fight fate, and I’ll fight whoever stands in my way.

 If I can, I’ll find you.

 I’ll find you, and I’ll be with you, in any way that I can.

 And I can, and I will.

 This I promise you.