Come with me into the rain

They were as they were when they promised Immortality they belonged to him. They were as they swore to the seasons of nothing that remained. Concrete black, flowing, and ever still, folding upon the endless ashes of eternal summer. Frozen, and the maker of motion, joyous motion. They were as they fell upon sudden darkness, stumbling in beauty. All the light in a flourish, sweeping the air and folding the inevitable laugh of love.

"Carry me."

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