"You would think after nine hundred and ninety nine nights, chasing a star would lose its luster."

Leonois laid down and pressed her back to the cool grass, letting the wind whisper through the tangles in her raunchy persimmon hair. Her hazy copper skin shone in the moonlight, blazing like lit platinum. "It doesn't matter. I'm so close, it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore." Above her, a milky indigo sheet
Worlds across, Panya