July 22nd 1996

I’m still recovering from that last hopeless excursion. But it gave me a chance to slow down and observe…

The shadows are reminders of who she used to be, and the games she played with her sister. They’re both a barrier and beacon; memories guiding the way.

And between us lies the vault… a clockwork monolith among an ocean of stars, encircled by stone.

She’s waiting for someone. An old friend. Every moment of every day, waiting for that someone to arrive…