End of week, Sunday, sun aglow.

Lying in cancer ward bed, awaiting discharge. Second chemo cycle done, four more to go.

I revisit the stretch of wall where My flickering shadow companion entertained Me on night one. She's absent now, but I smile regardless.

Behold! Your DragnMastr is returning home, and I will find you in the penumbras of My hermitage later tonight. So rest your witching hour pantomimes and cryptic elucidations, and conceal yourself in the interlude of daybreak.

For your timeless beauty is invisible to most, but I see it.