Perfection.
The sky was crisp as the grass beneath my paws. The stars glistened in rhythm to the  rustle of the trees.
I saw their silhouettes against the moon.
I saw myself standing in her presence.
The world around me, the icy chill of the air : I could feel it, but I shouldn't have. I was but a ghost. An observer.
It was a dream.
I rushed closer with alacrity, aching to feel the connection. The love. Her pale, tan fur was illuminated by the night, her blue eyes bright...she cocked her head and looked at me.
Not me, but myself in the dream.
I was but a simple gray fox, with eyes deep and blue, searching her face for emotion.

Are we really so beautiful?

"Renna..." I heard myself whisper. "I don't know If I love you. Not after this..."
The candor of my own statement surprised me.
Never had my dreams been so brutally honest...
Never had it hurt so much.
Suddenly, as if understanding my notion, she turned away.
Walked away.

I watched myself. Just standing there.
"GO TO HER!" I screamed in vain, beginning to abhor this nightmare. "WHY DON'T YOU FOLLOW HER?!"
Still, I stood, staring longingly, defeated.
"Please...follow her..."
No matter how eloquent my pleas, my dreams were mute.

You have forsaken me.

Moments passed in dreadful silence. Not even the crickets dared sing a tune. It hurt, the silence, so I screamed: to slice open the quiet as the forest exploded with commotion. My cry was a wolf's, strong and anguished. My sorrow spilled upon the trees. Then, suddenly, her voice was around me: Holding me like arms of a lover.
"I'll love you forever, Cerenade Windsong," the voice echoed, as my two selves became one, "But I could never love you enough."
She was gone.



I awoke, shaking; my head in my hands.

"I'm so sorry Renna."