<em>A golden crown/ sun goes up, sun comes down<br/></em><br/><br/>Once more, the call buzzes in your head. It's not actually articulated in words, or even images, but the Dawn can feel it. The circle long divided wishes to unite.<br/><br/>The first time it was just sort of a short burst. Should meet up. Kind of like a passing fit of nostalgia. It never lasted very long, but usually felt a little stronger each time.<br/><br/><em>Two is for the moon at night / half in shadow, half in light.</em>