Green envious dreams cloud the skies of fortune.
The forestation of the desert just begging to be planted.
The ruins of the future, yet to be built.
And the pain of forgiveness - the fires it would melt.
This weakness is but bodily for how could a soul be so flawed?
But beneath these stars we see our fortune
- our past - our future -
our only path leading within a circle.
This oval of impurities - this triangle of quests.
Why choose a path - just let go
and the dreams shall decide their own simple fate.
