Book1:TeDream-Maker
forest,atthebranchesblownaboutharassingly,atthedryleavesflutteringinthewind.Theyremindedherofatraumatie.Uhebzingspotlights,trapezeartistsintheirglitteringeswereswingingandflyingintheair.Alleyeswerefasteheseflyingfiguresandtheexcitedaudience,heartstrag,watchedentranced,exgattheirdangerousexploits.Suddenlyohemmissedbyahair’sbreath,bouncedofftheedgeofthebelowaotheground,hisyounglifesamidthehorrifiedcriesoftheaudiewasherfiancé.Marahadalwaysbeenastreetmusi,livingoffthestydonationsofpassingmusiclovers.Herhopesoffindingasafehavehherfiaragicact.Shetiolivefromdaytoday,insecureastheleavesandbranchesswayinginthewind,uainofwhatmightbefall. Darknesscoveredtheeveningskies.Leavesrustled,thewindroseanddarkcloudsgathered.Thedangshadows,excitedbytheirdesireforrevival,watchedexpetly.Apprehensive,asifwatdpryingeyeswerepeepingatherfromthedarkenedforest,Maratooksomebranchesshehadgathered,idthecampfireandlitit.Asitburstintofmes,therestlessshadows,disregardingalldangers,rushedoutughinggleefully.ThefiguresofDimitri,RichardandYokojoinedandmixedwiththisjubintcrowd,singinganddangaroundthefire.Bottleinhand,Richarddrankwithgustoandthenpouredtherestoftheliquoronthebze,makingitintoarfire.Theshadowsrevivedinthefireanddahewind,knowingthatatsuhisfreedomwoulddisappear.Theyabahemselvestorevelryandjoyandwaosquaheirenergyandpower.Whatiftheydied?Theywouldhavediedinmidnightrevelry.Perhapsthepurposeoflifewasjusttocapturethismomentofjubilee,evenifittintedofinsanepleasure.Muffledrumblesofthunderrolledcloserandcl