Indescribable' Trying to grasp awe was like trying to grasp air. Skepticism had blanketed Saphyr's beliefs. Doubts had tarnished her trusts. Shadows had clouded her creativity. The only thing that remained was the emptiness. Then in a dream, her forgotten reaches for the profound and phenomenal had stirred. The silence had called, the solitude had promised, and the awe had beckoned. She new, inside, that she had to follow this dream. She had to find that something that was missing. She had to recapture that awe, and hold it close.
