The darkness was memory.

“I let go of my wings.Not a nosoul. Not a butterfly.A thousand years from now, e…”

“The sylph twitched – acknowledgement – and a tendril of shadow blossomed like a…”

“Going after someone unknown in the dark and cold and almost-snow - that wasn't …”

“Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, be…”