Prologue

Don’t be disappointed, friends, to find the notebooks you gifted me still untouched. Too long have I sung of the questions that crowd our shelves. For what I know to be true, a few lines suffice.

STARS ABLAZE, BESIEGED BY TIME
COLD BEGOT YOU, COLD AWAITS

LIGHT OUTRAN BY THOUGHTS OF HOME
COLD BEGOT YOU, COLD AWAITS

STARLIT VOICES, CONSCIOUS FRIENDS,
MAY YOUR SONGS OUTLIVE OUR FATES!

Fahdey, sailing solar winds.