Somewhere in the vast expanse of the cosmos, a dark cloud cruised silently.
Felix lay motionless atop it while Apollo sat at the front. He was strutting the divine's lyre strings gently as he sang a pleasant melody.
"In a realm where dreams and reality intertwine, fought a hero and a god, in a clash divine. With strength unmatched and resolve so fine, Felix stood his ground, his spirit did shine."
"Against Amun-Ra, the king of gods, In the dreamrealm's chaos, they did sway. With every strike, light did fray, till Felix's fury, made the god give way..."
"With a force of will, beyond measure, Felix pushed past pain, in pursuit of treasure. Not gold nor jewels, but freedom's pleasure, for himself and his beloved Asna, beyond any measure..."
He paused his singing momentarily, intensifying his strumming, causing white luminous musical notes to pour out of the lyre, reflecting his inner state.
