Rising the shimmering orb. Slipping silently. Soulful. Waxing, waning through the glittering indigo. And now, as a maiden's first flush of delight, Rouge. With her glistening aura; her crown. The fundament sighs a satisfaction. A passage, a touch. Revolving their orbits, a seldom connection. Symmetry as designed, the sentinels of creation converse for a time. And I I ponder, anonymous, my universe within.