There were stars that fell the night the Dragon thrashed like that. I saw no sun or moon that day. Many a year that foreshadowed the Fall, but the Fall took mere, bare seconds, and what was foretold unfolded like no man ever writ. Where had I been before this? That my whole life would prepare me for this short space of time? And where am I led after? At times to think that there was nothing but the War that made my life, as I stood before angels and did my part. Dreams have not such intensity, though I have thought myself mad at certain episodes. The vignettes I flash are not quite from what an ordinary life will see, even when on the surface they are like logic... To have found meaning while hovering in the stratospherics of experience, and from the pits of madness: I know why it is that life is pain. Are we meant to know why? Or to shut ourselves from the ones who know the secret? To have walked through worlds separated into the stages of a life... The fantasy has returned me from the sky, and I am left earthbound, reeking of starlight.