For most of the world the last month has been normal whatever that mean for who ever it's concerning. For me I have been in grief like a child loosing it's parents. All of my kin is affected by this sadness. We struggle to find comfort in anything as it is out comfort that was taken from us. The love of my life as lost her magnificent voice while I lost my sight. It's a tragic joke that we have to reconcile with.

I was the eyes of Venicia the planet of a thousand seas my paintings and creations are spread across the stars as witness of both my home and now my sight. My masterpiece is a reprentation of the winter horizon on the last day of the season when the red sky the clear seas and the black moon fade into each other, it took me years to see it in the same way that the rest of the Galaxy did I guess I was the hardest critic of my art.

My Muse was nicknamed the voice of the stars by everyone that heard her sing she was shy about her songs would never sing twice to the same person when she could avoid it, performed in isolated unknowed places to small crowds she was just doing it to make a few people happy at a time.

Being cursed to live without my eyes has made me rethink what art is supposed to be yo who and why was I making it. I also had more time to think; how many were affected ? As my wife got cursed even if only a few knew she was singing some others were also not affected while still creating magnificent pieces torward it so I wonder who knows on what criteria the artists are chosen ? Does the Heart of the people choose them as artists or does their belief in the art they make as cursed them ?