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As the sun sinks toward twilight, the music returns, drifting closer. The tune catches at his tongue; Yami hums along as he watches his fire pop and spark. It lulls his senses. It's daylight still, but he lies with heavy limbs, staring into the fire until sleep draws its veil over his eyes.
He dreams of swimming beneath the waves, weaving through coral castles, chasing schools of rainbow-hued fish, a strong hand clasping his own.
He feels the music in his bones and a lightness in his heart. When a voice calls out his name, Yami rises eagerly to answer.
o0o
Listen, my Heart. Hear me. No words but our own created can express what we've shared in dreams, impressed one upon the other in the beating of our hearts. My heart's best offerings I lay upon your altar. I know you, as I know my heart; you are my heart. Come beat within my breast. Love has many names, but its greatest name is Joy. Having met you, I am a silver chalis overflooding with joy, with love. Come drink from me. Waiting was a sweet agony of anticipation. But twilight is the divine hour, when Phyros unites with his lovers, Hetis and Harib; so twilight is the hour of our own revelation. Come be with me. Now, out of dreams, I reach for you. I will leap beyond the waves, beyond the sky, to reach you. Reach back for me. I will be your shelter from the stormy seas, your companion in the calm waters. I have whispered to you with the voice of the ocean, captured in conch shells. I have played for you the secret music of the darkest depths, and found the notes of a new music in your sighs. Listen, my Heart, perfect in all your imperfections. Hear me. Come, answer my call.