oathkeeper-of-tarth: At that time I was startled by the coldness of my hands. I was startled by the depth of my feelings. Until then, all the future was in my hands. Lightly knitting my brow, there was not a single cloud in all my nerves. I could only face that. Dreaming… Only that. That moment… I loved so much I couldn’t bear it. I wouldn’t say I was in a trance… Rather that I living like I was being followed by something. Where am I wandering toward? Sometimes I don’t know. Sometimes I was terribly frightened of another one coming to take my hand away, and felt I was being crushed. While embracing the mosaic of light, while embracing a gentle curve, I pour into a single sea. That was as blue as sorrow… It was as filled with radiance as sorrow… And I sleep wrapped in the familiar, warm blue. I sleep hidden in calm, pure silence. March 6th - Happy birthday, Michiru/Sailor Neptune! Text is from Michiru’s Sailor Moon S poem.
