At night we can see the stars. There I pray to my brothers, those who chose to leave the forest after our work was done. They left to be with the two. The divine two. Brother Cathedral, I do not see your star shining this night, perhaps you have remained behind also?
Perhaps we will meet again...there is much work to be done my friend. I long to see you soon.
The Forest Monk, looking to the night sky. Marvelling at the snow and all the forests wonders. Thinking about those days...long before your own.
