Taminy

THERE IS NO MOON...Yet there is light—laid out upon the surface of the water like a stole of palest green. No, not on the water, beneath it—within it.The old man writhes upon his couch, Struggling to turn his head away from the vision, desperate to close his eyes to the dream. There is no turning away. That radiance—he has seen it before with his material eyes, a young man, then, at the end of a l...