Prologue

It’s a long way home,

when your home is a dream,

and there are no colors to the future.

The rain falls around you,

the sun passes behind the distant moon,

the clouds shift their shape into angels

and all that is left is a soulless memory.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes

 – Walt Whitman

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