• A dull wind passes through his heart. Seemingly sentient, this wind; it aims for what he used to have. Numbing his memories, hazing them up in it's cold embrace. Frost tickles his fingers. His arms are outstretched, defying the blizzard- hoping that this insanity will at least allow him to fly. It doesn't, at least not to an observer. For inside himself, he is up in the clouds, searching their foggy depths for something. Feeling more than anything. Feeling nothing. Finding nothing. He is alone in this storm. This storm of storms. Knowing an escape. Understanding so much. So little. Not choosing warmth. Forsaking comfort. Solace names his steward. He is king. However, he is away. Up in the clouds. Out in the storm. His mind full of fog. His face upturned. Eyes glazed over, still watching for some sign in that directionless maelstrom. Lips blackened- stretched in a painful smile. Arms outstretched like a loon. Quite the picture of sanity, his friend comments. So intimate they had become in such a short time. Embracing eachother. Playing sweet games. Carressing eachother's soul, latching on, and dancing in a mad waltz. Tears do not come in this song. Too cold for tears. Too hard. The song is ended. The dance is done. However, he still remains, to an observer, standing out there. Face upturned. Eyes glazed. Arms outstretched. Searching. Feeling. Feeling nothing. Finding nothing...but to him, he is with his friend Jack. His only friend now that Solace has become king. He goes. With Jack. In search of what he lost. Of what he might have. Or might need. To search for something. To search for nothing. He is gone.