Did never? It crept, eager to...? Did it forget? How could it? That was all there was? How could it forget? Irrelevant. She planted her feet, her angels song rang out, like a siren atop the water. Her love neared unaware of it's presence. Her footprints disappeared as soon as they appeared, her trail concealed. It wept silently. A statue, her love, a building, her home again. The song echoed through the walls, bouncing off the windows. It crept, the 17th neared. Did you forget? So soon? Your one job. Were you blinded? Again? Irrelevant, she continued, a mansion of memories, concealed by time. Nobody would remember, she continued. Her statue again, pointing to a garden. The song rose higher. She hurried through the maze of flower, she was sure. She reached the end. It stopped, weeping, enough to fill the seven seas.
17th
