Like the way fireworks, resplendent for only a heartbeat, convulse and become nothing more than puffs of acrid smoke, or the way the last light of a winter’s day gives way all too soon and all too reluctantly to darkness, magical things do die a natural death, despite one’s hopes for otherwise.
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34, male and very Cancerian. Often irascible, even if he is prescient to his emotions. Lives for the resonance of beautiful passages, cinematic magic and aural bliss. Dabbles in 
