The Lovers walked. The Lovers walked as they shared a pomegranate. The Lovers shared a pomegranate they contemplated the future. The Lovers contemplated their future as it began to rain. The rain fell on The Lovers and they came to understand. In understanding, The Lovers sat on a bench; in understanding The Lovers spoke:
Oh, how the thoughts of the future have bowed our shoulders and stooped our souls. Alas, worry has driven us away from friends and the world. Escape was the only answer to the awesome vastness that is the infinite possibilities of what is to come! We weep for the days that have been lost to despair of apathy! We weep for the days spent without shame or glory! We weep for time murdered by our inaction!
The Lovers spoke and as they spoke the rain washed down, a torrent of tears to cover the land in a flood of sorrow.

OCC: Life happens. And it is easy to get lost in it. My characters reflect my own mourning of what I have let myself become. A thousand apologies to promises made and stories unfinished. As this forum has been one of my great loves, I return again. Let life happen, but to experience it, and not to become lost.

Yet agian, Sovelis ventured out into the rain. He was at ease while the sky washed him clean of his worries and sorows. "The sky cries for the loss of what was, and weeps with joy for what will be..." he said quietly as he noticed a couple sitting on a bench, eating a strange fruit that the Last Tempest hadn't seen before. I wonder who they are? he thought as he aproched the man and woman on the bench.