The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky. Each one was clear and shone like polished jewels. The sky was a painting, darks and lights mixed in perfectly by the Gods' paintbrush. Tonight was truly magical. Ryan laid in the grass staring at the work of art. The grass tickled his bareback and wind blew over his chest. In his arms laid the young woman sleeping. He ran his hand up and down her back, feeling every inch of her soft skin. Nothing could ruin this moment between them. She began to move and her eyes opened slowly. He looked into them and could see everything – the stars, the sky, the earth. The Gods and all their glory radiated in the eyes of this woman.

That night they had become one for the entire world to see. He didn't care if it was wrong or right because the feelings he felt could not be put in black or white. Nothing could ever be that simple. She kissed his arm gently and looked up at the stars. She saw pictures of lovers like themselves gazing down on earth. "I must go soon," he whispered. He did not want to leave her but he had no choice. They could not be found here together. "Don't leave, not yet," she said softly. "I never want to leave you, Aida."

Aida? The image broke and the sky turned black. Ryan opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his room. He was breathing deeply and sweat trickled down his forehead. Another dream, he thought. He sat up in his bed and turned on a lamp. The light stung his eyes and he saw that he was no longer in lying in grass. Who was it that was in his dream? Who's eyes was he staring into? He remembered very vaguely the details of the dream. Then it struck him like a bolt of lightning. The young woman … Aina…Aliana, or whatever. It was Alexis.