Storm Feather: I am ready to admit my bias in favor your title, but I didn’t let it influence my love of the story that followed. I am impressed with everything you managed to cram into the little verse at the beginning. Prophecy, hope, despair, and a dieing world waiting for a reason to keep on hoping for better things. The emotional wells you have tapped into in me probably make more of it than you intended to write, but I have always loved when anything I read is able to do that. It leaves me with a feeling of accomplishment, to find what wasn’t there, recognize why it is, and let the story transcend its origins is an entertainment all of its own.
Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to give birth to the world, when all other hope has died and the corpse of it morbidly clung to. Only a blood-red dawn can challenge that feeling in ominous happiness, and you combined them both into one longed for moment.
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