In the heavy hush of an altering sky, dreams fade upon a cloud-wall, painted by light dissolving to naught, vanishing like the sound of far-off combatants. Through veils of streaks the wind cannot keep, art is lost in spaces of unawareness, an Eclipse that dims all things, yet holds the secret of a wish dissolving to pure essence. And when time bends into its slow descent, remain those traces of distant dreams, blue and silver, ready to rise anew, painting the ether with their eternal enchantment.