Am I truly a lover of the sky if I only love it when it's a clear blue? Should I love it even in its total darkness, even with desperate rains and thunder laden with things beyond the mind? The sun and the moon tell me yes. So I've already made up my mind, i will remain by the side of the bearer of clouds laden with so many emotions. I will help you until you complete another rotation, and I will wait until you are ready for translation, even if you are inclined to overwhelming feelings. Let me be the debris swirling around your atmosphere, let me be your rings. —Mv