It's not true when they say you'll discover the truth if you go hunting for it. Knock and the door shall be opened unto you. Perhaps so. Then again, no one ever promised you'd find what you were searching for behind that forlorn wooden tower.

That is the mystery of life and how it continues to remain an enigma.

And so it was that night. A mystery.

An incomprehensible phenomenon to say the least. At the crossroads of knowing and bedazzled by the blanket of stars, it is beyond the understanding of the laymen that we made contact. Silent but all the same beautiful.

A streak of golden, a flash of silver whirled into seconds of euphoria. You wouldn't believe it if you weren't there. Ironically, you might not have believed it even if you were there.

I didn't, even though I was there

and in it.

But there is a reason why these mysteries exist, so that you may go hunting for its treasures again despite knowing your efforts will be naught. But you know that it is not the end you are after but the process but sinking back into unearthly (quite literally heaven-like) bliss and wake to the resonance of the sombre moment.

A mystery packaged into an embodiment of perfection and you have always been a puzzle to me. In the same way I gave to you a jigsaw set, that was the final piece put into place to mark you mine.