It happened a long time ago, my dear.  The Lady Tayle, fair as the moon, mind-dancer and lightweaver.  And Mad, Mad Joq, once a poet, who some say was touched by the hand of Torquet, Lord of the Dead.

When the Shipcrafters searched for pilots, they looked to the artists, for only one who has slept with madness can look into the eye of the void.  And so they met and became rivals. And lovers.

And then, the Shipcrafters made their choice.  For thirty thousand years, Lady Tayle would sail the void.

Joq was heartbroken.  "Without her, I am nothing."

He watched her sail off into the night. And then he stole the prototype.

Even now, they chase each other on silver wings, at the edge of time, where every heartbeat is eternity.  And they'll be dancing when your great grandchildren are dust.   Remember this, my son, the next time you tell your soulmate that you'll love her forever.


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