I don't often get to see the aurora here. My health and medications cause my sleep patterns to be erratic, so when the lights are out in full bloom, I'm normally too groggy to go out or I'm asleep. But when I do see them... oh, how they dance and move and crackle in the sky!

Here, Malachai, my spiritual one, my protector and my paladin, stands in the wild and stands in awe as the majesty of the skies above sing in orchestras of light and color. In quiet solitude, beneath the stars and the curtains of heaven, he feels the call of the divinity within and of those who have passed before. Feels those calls, and in his soul, he calls back.

Malachai ©  Oakstone
Art ©  Skullsbesan