I do not know why he chose me. I am no god. Just a prince - a mortal. I will die soon, that is what his sister told me. But still, I cannot resist him. He is the sun. He casts no shadow in my life.
i am living the days a prisoner lives where every moment feels the same and nothing is exciting. i am locked up in a pretty scape of land my dreams are made of sand and castles crumble and my own hands are numb the brand of illusion.