no, dear

You're still remarkably handsome tonight.

The younger man left these words in his ears, made him smile in twinkling conscious.

Fall into sleep. Darkness, fears and confusions, all the things came with moments. Graves can sees all of them crossing over like tide. He can feels the warmth, always the warmth, around him, accompany him. When the moon disappeared for awhile, the warmth turned into sand, flood out to the space. Graves turns around, gently nudging his nose into the younger man's collarbone. Before long, the sand sinks back down to the wrinkling body they belong.

You're still here.

In dreams, they all afraid of falling. Walking through the thickening fog, they can see the front road swallowed memories in the past. They are fading things. For the past eighty-years Graves rarely understands the art of hiding. He has found Credence at the strangest timing in his life. He knew it at the moment when their eyes met. When the story fallen to end, no one could hide from the sleep. He wishes there will be a hidden world that all faded things live inside. They'll be there when their eyes closed. Unfortunately, such magic doesn't exist. The only thing Graves can do is hold on the shape of light.

You're still here.