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