Rakshasa Book I, Part #4: Shadowfall
To face the rising sun is to have shadows fall behind you. The sun is bright, and my shadow is long.
Katelyn won't wake up.
Summer has passed and it is winter now in my dreams. Our shared place, our heart, is covered in a thick layer of ice, a barrier the heat of our love cannot warm.
Hope exists in the form of an immortal prophet, but leaving my home has risks, too.