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title: silent stars

author: rotschopf

type: fps

pairing: draco malfoy / harry potter

rating: nc-17

WARNINGS: implied major character death, implied suicide, massive angst, weirdness,
creepyness, post-Voldemort

disclaimer: I don't own the Potter-verse, the lady with the money does. WB
does too. no harm intended, no profit made, for entertainment purposes only

feedback: yes, hit me! harder!

archive: tddm, my LJ, anyone else, please ask.

beta: Laeb & Stef, with some help from Nancy and Charlie

summary: the peal in the distance, like a silent greeting of the stars, holds
memories of eternity, of heaven's death.

~o0o~

Christmas Eve fell starry and freezing cold. It had been snowing the past
few days, covering Hogwarts' grounds and the castle in a thick layer of white
icing. It created an eerie and gloomy atmosphere both inside and outside the
castle for it never was completely dark, the frozen crystals reflecting what
light remained back into the night.

It was quiet, almost silent but for the snores of various portraits and the
soft footfall of Draco Malfoy's steps. He was staying at Hogwarts over the
Christmas break; which didn't bother Draco at all since Hogwarts had become
a second home to him after the quite impressive demise of the late Lord Voldemort.
Not that Draco had any other home to return to; Malfoy Manor had been destroyed
in the massive blast that had been Voldemort's downfall and had been conjured
by none other than The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.

In the beginning, Draco had been more than furious about Potter's seeming
arrogance to simply not care which means it took to fulfil that dreadful prophesy,
one way or the other. Draco had lost everything that night; his home, his
family, his friends, and only Snape's persistence in making Draco join the
Order to track down the remaining Death Eaters and turn them over to the Ministry
had finally made it clear to Draco that Harry had simply had no choice.

Harry was an enigma to Draco, more so after the Last Battle and the death
of Hermione Granger. It was simply unpredictable what he would do next, which
face he would show. Sometimes, Draco suspected that the things Harry had seen
and endured had eventually driven him insane.

Draco ascended the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, still contemplating the
mental state of Potter. He was staying at Hogwarts, too, though his friends
and chosen family were celebrating Christmas at Grimmauld Place No 12. Come
to think of it, Draco hadn't seen much of Harry all year long. He rarely attended
meals, or classes for that matter, and if he did he barely ate enough to nourish
his already haggard body. He also ended up in more detentions than usual because
he had made a habit out of wandering the halls after hours. After the war,
Draco had always turned a blind eye on Potter's nightly excursions because
he understood Harry's need to search for peace in the solitude of night.

As Draco climbed the last steps, he immediately felt the unmistakable prickle
of magic. Someone was obviously already here and had warded the area. Draco
had a vague idea who that someone might be, and he was already turning to
leave Harry alone, except for the fact that Harry didn't really need to set
up detection wards at a time when besides Draco and Harry himself only two
Ravenclaws were staying at Hogwarts.

He didn't bother to hide his presence or make a quiet entrance; Harry already
knew that he was here. Draco pushed the door open, recognising Harry's thin
frame against the starlit sky. It was freezing cold, yet Harry hadn't bothered
to bring a cloak or even a long-sleeved jumper. He stood perfectly still,
his arms wrapped around what was left of his bostarstaring into the night.

"What are you doing up here, Potter?" Draco said, his tone a little
bit more unfriendly than he had intended.

"Enjoying the view," Harry answered, not bothering to turn around.
"It's quite marvellous to look across those snowy valleys, don't you
think? It's so quiet that I can hear my thoughts touching every second that
I spend waiting..."

"Waiting for what?"

"Close the door, Draco, will you, it's getting cold."

"You don't own this place, Potter," Draco sneered. "You can't
just toss me out--"

Harry's chuckle interrupted Draco's rant. "I never said I wanted you
to leave. I merely asked you to close the door."

Draco gritted his teeth. Leave it to Potter to humiliate him like that once
again. He closed the door with more force than necessary and went to join
Harry at the window.

"Do you hear that, Draco?" Harry asked quietly, a faint trace o sadness in his voice.

Draco strained his ears, but he didn't know what Harry meant. It was quiet,
silent almost.

"The soft peal of bells in the distance, like a silent greeting of the
stars..." He smiled. "It holds so many memories. Of eternity. And
of heaven's death."

"You've finally lost it, Potter, haven't you?"

Harry smiled. "Tell me, Draco. Have you ever killed?"

quotquot;What?" Draco yelped incredulously.

"It's an easy enough question, isn't it?" Harry replied softly.
"I know you were trained, though you were never marked, were you? At
least, that's what I was told."

"No, no I wasn't."

"Well?"

"No."

Harry nodded. "I didn't think you had." He turned to Draco, studying
him for long moments. Draco felt a chill sweeping over him, felt Harry's magic
touching him briefly. "It would've left an unmistakable imprint on your
magic if you had."

Harry turned away again, gazing into the cold night. It was a beautiful nig

the sky shimmering almost like frozen glass illuminated by myriads of stars.

"I hear them screaming, Draco. In my head, in my dreams, every waking
second. They scream in pain and horror. And they die. They die, smashed against
the light moment, like the breaking of the waves against the rocks, and it's
my tide that brings their deaths. I can't get rid of the images. I will never
be free of the guilt. Maybe in death I'm going to finally find peace."

"You had no choice. You would've been killed otherwise," Draco
reasoned.

"Still."

"Do you regret it?"

"Yes... Yes, I do."

"What do you regret? Not being killed or killing another one?"

"Both."

"Harry--"

"Do you know why I'm up here?"

"Because you want to kill yourself."

"Because there are a million things worth dying for. But I don't have
anything worth living for, Draco. And because I want to be selfish. Just once."

"What about your friends?"

"What about them?" Harry snorted. "Hermione died in my arms,
and Ron still hasn't forgiven me for it though I couldn't have done anything
to prevent it. Frankly, no one cares. They didn't care, back then, if I'd
have died in the Last Battle as long as I killed Voldemort along with me.
Why should they care now?" Draco shivered at the mirthless laugh that
followed Harry's little revelation. "They don't care what happens to
Harry. They only ever cared about what happened to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Now
that my job is done, I haven't got any prospects anymore. I never truly lived.
I was commanded, manipulated, abused. And I did what they wanted me to do.
Without question. Up to my first kill."

"What happened?"

"It was Goyle. I never thought I would kill a fellow student, you know?
His mother screamed at me to let him live, that he was but a boy. She wailed
and sobbed, clutching Goyle's little sister to her body. He told her to shut
up, and she started to implore him to just hand me his wand and let the matter
go. Then, he killed her. And his sister."

"And you killed him because you would've been next."

"Yes. And still. After I killed him, I felt so sick. I retched and screamed
and sobbed. They told me it'd get better. But it didn't. It got worse. My
worst fear, though, never came true."

"What was your worst fear?" Draco wasn't so sure if he wanted to
know the answer.

"That I'd have to kill you."

"Why? I thought you hated me?" Draco conjured a blanket and some
cushions. If he was having this conversation with Harry now, he could at least
get comfortable. "Join me?"

Harry gracefully sat down opposite of Draco, folding his legs under him.
"The only reason for existence of the question 'why' is to cope with
rare conditions you didn't even know before."

"You're speaking in riddles." Draco shook his head. He would have
grinned if the situation hadn't been so serious. "Why do you want to
kill yourself, Harry?"

"Do you want to hold me back?"

Draco hesitated. On the one hand, he did. He didn't want Harry to just turn
his back on everyone and everything. On the other hand... "No. It's your
decision and I respect that. But-- I want to understand."

Harry looked at him. Something strange, close to resembling emotions but
not quite, was flickering across his face, was pooling in his eyes. It disturbed
Draco more than the actual knowledge of Harry's wish to end his life. He had
always worn his emotions on his sleeve. Even after his godfather had died
and Draco had been sure that Harry would snap any moment, he had shown emotions.
The lack of those frightened Draco to no end.

Eventually, Harry nodded. "Have you ever had the feeling that it simply
didn't matter anymore if you woke the next morning or not? That you lost your
will to live and your fear of dying at the same time?"

"Is that what's going through your mind right now?"

"Amongst other things, yes."

"Like what?"

"Memories. Images. No emotions, though. Strange. It's like I'm not myself.
Although I'm not sure I've even been my true self at any point in my life.
I'm a bystander, watching the days of The-Boy-Who-Lived go by. I'm watching
and I'm trying in vain to find justification. Did you ever watch the movie
'The 5th Element'?"

"Father wouldn't allow me, and I haven't gotten around to test this
specific Muggle invention, so-- no, I haven't."

"Oh. Never mind then."

"No, tell me. Perhaps--" Draco tried to swallow past the lump that
had formed in his throat. "-- perhaps I'm going to watch it during the
summer break."

"Maybe, yes." Harry hesitated, and Draco was almost sure he wouldn't
continue. But then, like he always did when he had something to say that was
important to him personally, Harry started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt,
not looking up when he began to speak. "It's about this girl, Leeloo.
She's a perfect, supreme being. She's the 5th element, the only defence that
the Universe has against the ultimate evil. She's a weapon, and she's used
as such."

"Like you," Draco breathed, horrified at the analogy that fitted
the image of The-Boy-Who-Lived perfectly. Deemed perfect, supreme, the one
and only saviour for the wizarding world.

"No. Like The-Boy-Who-Lived. Like that image that was projected onto
my personalio a o a point where Harry simply ceased to exist. Until The-Boy-Who-Lived
was all that remained. And The-Boy-Who-Lived isn't needed anymore. He has
served his purpose."

"Tell me about Harry. I obviously just caught a glimpse of him in all
the meetings with the Order. But I never got around to knowing him..."

"Harry... Yes, I remember him. He was almost sorted into Slytherin,
you know? He came to the wizarding world without knowing anything about it.
His muggle relatives had never told him about either his heritage or how his
parents died. He didn't like the blond spoilt kid that reminded him so much
of his own bullying cousin, Dudley. Harry was sorted into Gryffindor because
he didn't want to be an evil wizard. He didn't understand why people were
staring at him, why they had certain expectations. Until he met The-Boy-Who-Lived.
The one who faced Voldemort in his first year and once again immerged victorious
though barely."

"You should've been in Slytherin," Draco said passionately.

"What for? Back then, I did care about not being killed in my sleep."
Harry sighed deeply. "Anyways... The second year fell and Harry met the
spoilt blond kid's father for the first time. And he loathed hHe lHe loathed
him with every fibre of his body. He returned to Hogwarts and found out that
he was a Parselmouth. People shunned him because they thought he was the heir
of Slytherin. Harry felt lonely and misunderstood. Then, Ginny disappeared
and The-Boy-Who-Lived made his appearance again. He saved her and freed Dobby
the House Elf. He, once again, had saved the day and Harry realised for the
first time that he and The-Boy-Who-Lived don't have much in common."

"In what way? How can you be so different from each other?"

"The-Boy-Who-Lived is a hero. An Icon. Harry is a boy who just wanted
to have a good time with his friends and hopefully survive the year without
getting into too much trouble."

Draco nodded. "What happened then?"

"Harry learned what it feels like to never be happy again. He learned
about the last seconds of his mother's life. He learned that he had a godfat

For the first time in his life, he experienced hate. And love when he developed
a huge crush on Cho Chang. I think the third year was the last year Harry
was truly around. It was the only year when there were people who saw Harry
in The-Boy-Who-Lived, not an Icon.

"The fourth year yet again singled Harry out when he was chosen for
the Triwizard Tournament though Cedric would represent Hogwarts. He fell out
with his best friend, he was scared beyond anything else when he faced that
Hungarian Horntail, you know? But thankfully, The-Boy-Who-Lived kicked in
again and never left Harry alone again that year. Maybe, if it had just been
Harry in that maze, Cedric would still be alive. The Slytherin in Harry would've
taken the cup, or at least raced Cedric to it. But they both popped into Voldemort's
little resurrection party, and Cedric was killed while The-Boy-Who-Lived escaped
Voldemort unscathed yet again.

"The fifth year almost got Harry expelled because The-Boy-Who-Lived
decided to save his fat cousin's arse from the Dementors. Harry was furious
and enraged that people had decided to keep things from him he should've known.
He felt betrayed and angry, and the fact that Umbridge was at Hogwarts was
so not helping the matter. It was also the year that Harry decided he was
gay. Which he of course couldn't tell anyone because The-Boy-Who-Lived simply
was not gay. And The-Boy-Who-Lived definitely was not crushing on boys he
shouldn't. And it was the year Harry lost his godfather. Because The-Boy-Who-Lived
is a true Gryffindor; acting without thinking."

A single tear rolled down Draco's cheek, dropping down onto his hand. Harry
leaned towards Draco and brushed the tear away. "And Harry would've been
quite touched that he could move Draco Malfoy enough to make him cry."

Draco blushed, but smiled. "Draco Malfoy would've been quite shy about
it."

Harry smiled, and Draco caught a brief glimpse of hope in Harry's eyes, but
the flicker was gone a moment later. "Harry also feels so unimportant.
So insignificant."

Draco scooted forward, taking Harry's face in his hands. "To me, you
are important. You are significant."

"Will you try to keep me, then? Or are you going to let me find my peace?"

Draco shook his head. "I'm not going to hold you back. Hell, I doubt
that I could. I understand." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to
miss you."

Harry cupped Draco's cheek gently. "Thank you." He brushed his
thumb across the cool skin, smiling softly. "Can I make a final request?"

"Yes," Draco said in a hush, his breath almost freezing in the
cold air of the Astronomy Tower. "Whatever it is. If I can give it to
you, it's yours."

"It's not so much a request for giving, but rather for taking."
Harry brushed his lips against Draco's in a gentle touch, a touch Draco couldn't
help but return. "Take my virginity, Draco. While Voldemort was still
alive, I couldn't let anyone near enough to fall for me. And now that he's
dead... No one dares come near enough to fall for me."

"Your first time should be with someone you care about."

"Then, I'm more than glad that it will be you."

Draco nodded. He had never considered having sex with a male before. Not
even in his hormone induced teenage dreams. And he was quite sure he wouldn't
bed another man again after Harry, but, aside from the promise he had just
made, the soft spoken plea was too desperate to refuse, even for Draco. He
quickly cast a warming spell before he pulled Harry near again. "How
do you want it, Harry?"

"I have no fucking idea."

Draco laughed at Harry's statement and was almost feeling giddy when it was
answered by one of Harry's beatific smiles which made the stars almost look
blind. He decided to just let his instincts kick in, covering Harry's lips
with his own. At first, they were fighting for dominance, devouring each other.
Eventually, Draco pushed Harry backwards, crawling on top of him. "Let
go, Harry. Let me give this to you," he whispered fervently against Harry's
lips, tracing his mouth with his tongue.

"Draco..."

"Hush." He slipped his hands beneath Harry's shirt, biting his
lips to not cry out loud. He tried not to linger on the prominent ribs, searching
for Harry's nipples instead.

"I'm sorry, Draco."

"What for?" He pushed the shirt up and pulled it over Harry's head.
He tried not to look at the emaciated body beneath his fingers, but rather
continued his ministrations with his tongue.

"That--" Harry gasped as Draco bit down lightly on one hard nub.
"-- I'm not as attractive as you might--"

"Shut up, Harry," Draco growled. "This isn't about me. This
is about you. And besides--" Draco ground down on Harry's hips, letting
Harry know just how much the intimate closeness to Harry affected him.

Harry moaned. He encircled Draco with his legs, holding him in place, though
Draco had no intention to go anywhere. "I want to feel you naked, Draco.
Please," he begged, moving against Draco's body.

"Yes... Oh, fuck, yes, Harry!" He slipped out of Harry's embrace
and began to undress. Harry was much faster than him, having only his trousers
left. As thin as Harry might be, Draco still couldn't deny the eroticism of
Harry lying on his back, naked but for a bracelet, stroking his prick at a
lazy pace while watching Draco taking off his clothes.

Draco tore at his clothes, not caring about ripping more than one seam in
o to to finally feel Harry against his body again. He kicked away his boxer
briefs and sank to his knees between Harry's legs. "Mine," he said
possessively, swatting Harry's hands away. He marvelled at the unfamiliar
feeling of stroking another guy's prick and decided he liked it more than
he had thought he would. And, if Harry's soft sighs and groans were any indications,
he seemed to enjoy it, too.

"Draco-- Draco, stop, please..."

Draco's head snapped up, frightened that he had done something wrong. Harry
looked up at him, his lips swollen from being bitten, his eyes brimming with
tears, his skin flushed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Harry bucked into Draco's hand. "I just don't want
to come yet. I want to come with you inside me."

Draco gulped. Harry's wanton proposition shot directly to his groin and he
nodded. "Now?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Just do it."

Draco shook his head. He sat back on his haunches and reached for his robes.
He always kept a vial of oil in one of his pockets to keep the dry skin of
his hands from cracking. He never would've thought that it would come in handy
in a situation like thiquotquot;I won't fuck you dry, Harry. At least, let
me lube you up and stretch you, okay?"

He didn't wait for Harry's answer. He pulled Harry's knees up and dripped
the oil over Harry's balls, watching it run down over his perineum.

"How many times have you done this before?"

Draco smiled. "Never with a man before." He slipped one slick finger
slowly into Harry's tight hole, intently watching Harry's face for any sign
of discomfort or even pain. "Okay?"

"Feels weird," Harry admitted. "But not uncomfortable."

Draco moved his finger, crooking it slightly to stretch Harry without hurting
him. Suddenly, Harry went rigid under him, his back arched and his mouth slightly
parted. Draco stilled, panic rising quickly within him. "Wha-- What did
I do?"

Harry grinned, trying to press himself fer oer onto the finger. "You
found the reason why gay men fuck one another up the arse."

Draco's puzzled expression slowly turned into a smirk. Blaise hadn't been
lying about that infamous sweet spot, then, after all. Draco crooked his finger
again, paying close attention to Harry's reaction. He knew he found what he
was searching for again when Harry cried out in sheer rapture, his eyes falling
shut as he succumbed to the pleasure. "You mean that one?" he teased,
rubbing across Harry's prostate in torturing light motions.

"Fuck, Draco, don't tease!" Harry growled.

"But you're so beautiful like this," Draco whispered, surprised
that he did mean it. "So wanton, so desirable..."

Harry looked up at Draco, seemingly probing his soul by scrutinising him
intently. "You mean it, don't you?" he eventually said.

"Yes. I mean itot; ot; Harry reached for him, pulling him into his arms.
He placed a lingering kiss on Harry's lips and smiled at him. "Every
bit of it."

He moaned as Harry started to move against his body again, nibbling along
his collarbones and further down until he reached Draco's nipples. Draco's
moans turned into sharp gasps, Harry's teeth teasing the sensitive flesh into
hardness.

"If you keep doing that I won't be able to give you what you want,"
he rasped, his breath hitching.

"That sensitive?" Harry said lightly, licking across the abused
nipple.

"Yes..." Harry pushed Draco off him and moved to straddle Draco
before he could stop him. "Harry, no! Not like this. I don't want to
hurt you."

"I need it to hurt. I need to feel that it is real and not just one
of my fantasies. Please, Draco. Don't deny me this."

Draco swallowed and nodded, surrendering whatever control of the situation
he might have had at one point to Harry. "Just promise me to go slow.
I will stop you if I see that it hurts you too much." Harry nodded. Draco
placed one hand to Harry's hip to still him, the other to his prick. He teased
Harry's hole with his cockhead, grinning when Harry tried to press down on
him. "Slowly now." He guided Harry downhis his cock, biting his
lips raw to keep from screaming out loud. Harry was tight, almost too tight.

"I guess it hurts you more than it hurts me, Draco," Harry said,
grinning though tears were streaming down his face. "Finally."

"Don't move."

"I won't."

Draco sat up, pulling Harry even further into his lap and onto his cock.
He gave an experimental thrust, catching Harry in his arms when he collapsed
limply against Draco. Obviously, Draco had just found the right angle to give
Harry as much pleasure as possible. He gripped Harry's thighs and started
to move him up and down his prick. "Touch yourself for me, Harry. You
looked so hot when you where watching me getting naked."

"Did I now?" Harry rasped and started to stroke his straining erection.

"Feel me, love. Feel me deep within you," Draco grunted, not knowing
what was sexier - the tight grip of Harry's arse around his prick or the fact
that Harry had no qualms about stroking himself while Draco was fucking him.

Harry grinned mischievously, reaching for Draco's nipples with his free hand.
Draco gasped, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "I'm so close, Draco,
so fucking close."

"Then come for me. I want you to come all over me."

Harry moaned out loud, delivering shot after shot over Draco's chest and
stomach. Draco scooped some of Harry's cum up and sucked it from his fingers.
"You taste so sweet..."

Harry twisted his nipples almost painfully, sending Draco over the edge as
well. He held Harry's hips down in a vice grip, roaring his orgasm into the
silent and starry night. He collapsed back into the cushions and pulled Harry
with him, both boys panting against each other'sk ask as they came down from
their high.

"Thank you, Draco."

"Whatever for?"

"For making it special."

Draco held Harry tight, still bathing in the afterglow of their... love making.
There was no other way of describing what they had just shared. Having sex
with all those random girls had never felt like that, never managed to leave
him so complete and yet shattered beyond relief with the knowledge that it
would never happen again. Draco closed his eyes and just let the tears come.
Life would never be the same again, and he just knew that if he stayed with
Harry now he would try to hold him back.

"You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" Harry asked softly.

"I'd be a liar if I told you no. But I made a promise, and to that I
hold."

"Thank you."

"I should go."

"Yes. Perhaps you should," Harry conceded with a sad smile.

"I'm not sure if I want to go yet, though."

"Then stay a little longer."

"If I do I'll try to hold you back, and that's something I don't want
to do to you."

"It's strange, isn't it? You, my sworn archenemy, are the one who finally
sees me. Who cares enough to let me make my own decision though it tears you
apart."

"Don't talk about it, Harry. Just let me hold you for a while before
I have to let you go."

"Okay."

Draco pulled Harry even closer than before, determined to savour these precious
moments in which Harry snuggled against him, trusting and contented. He wondered
if it would have made a difference, had he made an effort before to get closer
to the shy young man he had truly met for the first time tonight. If he could
have prevented what was now inevitable. And he couldn't help but ask himself
if leaving Harry to killing himself would make him a murderer.

"Don't, Draco."

"What?"

"Don't feel guilty. It's not your fault and it doesn't make you a murderer.
If anything, it makes you my one true friend. Which I should have expected.
The ones that are supposed to kick you when you're down are the people who
make the difference in the end."

"Does it make a difference, Harry?"

"It makes every difference, Draco. You're the only one who knows Harry,
not The-Boy-Who-Lived. You're the one who captured my heart. And you're the
one who cares enough to let me go."

"How will you do it?"

"You don't want to know." The tone in Harry's voice made Draco
shiver; it left no room for further questioning.

"What shall I tell Dumbledore?"

"The truth? I frankly don't care. But tell Snape that I respect him."

"I will."

Harry turned in Draco's arms. Gently he cupped his face in his hands and
kissed him deeply, conveying everything he had left to give through the soft
pressure of his lips, the tender flick of his tongue, the silent moan in the
back of his throat as Draco kissed him back. Draco wished he wouldn't pull
away right now. He wished Harry wouldn't look at him with utter sadness dimming
the brilliance of his eyes. He wished Harry would stay.

"It's time, Draco. I can't linger anymore."

Reluctantly, Draco let Harry go. He silently got dressed and watched Harry
clean up the mess they'd made. Erasing every trace of what they had just shared.

Harry smiled at Draco and pulled him near. "Thank you, my Dragon. I
never would've thought I'd lose myself in you. But I did." He unclasped
the link of his bracelet and put it around Draco's wrist. "Don't forget
me."

"I won't. I couldn't. I lo--"

Harry laid two fingers against Draco's lips and shook his head. "Don't
say it, Draco. I know you do. I do too."

Draco leaned in and kissed Harry a final time. He avoided Harry's eyes when
he let go. "Farewell, Harry." He turned and fled the room, slamming
the door behind him. He almost tripped twice while he ran down the stairs,
frantically trying to wipe the tears away that blurred his vision.

Finally, he stopped at the bottom of the staircase. He looked back up, fighting
the urge to sprint back and keep Harry from doing what Draco knew he would
do any minute now. He took a deep shuddering breath. "Good bye, Harry
Potter. May god stand between you and harm in all the empty places where you
must walk." Draco turned again and resumed his way back to the dungeons,
not looking back again.

~o0o~

/On the ground, heavy with desire

despairingly before the storm

Your silence will be missed

And in finiteness awakes

The sea, deserted above the origin of existence

Dive into the sea, let yourself drift

It was years ago/

~o0o~

The End...

~o0o~

Lines that are not mine:

* The peal in the distance, like a silent greeting of the stars, holds memories
of eternity, of heaven's death - Diorama ~ Das Meer, translation by me

* It's so quiet I can hear my thoughts touching every second that I spend
waiting [for you] - VNV Nation ~ Beloved

* [A lot of things stay forgotten; blurry, and] smashed to pieces against
the light moments; like the breaking of waves [above the sea] - Diorama ~
Das Meer, translation by me

* The only reason for existence of the question 'why' is to cope with rare
conditions you didn't even know before - Diorama ~ Contradictive

* May god stand between you and harm in all the empty places where you must
walk. - Ancient Egyptian blessing as heard quoted by John Sheridan in Babylon
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* On the ground, heavy with desire

despairingly before the storm

Your silence will be missed

And in finiteness awakes

The sea, deserted above the origin of existence

Dive into the sea, let yourself drift

It was years ago

- Diorama ~ Das Meer, translation by me
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Silent Stars