There is hope after despair and many suns after darkness.
''Eastward the hollow blackness paled to blue, then blue to white: and in the West the rare, surviving stars blinked feebler in cold air.''
C.S. Lewis // Dymer, Canto 9.22
''I am the sword of spring; I am the truth. Old night, put out your stars, the dawn is here, the sleeper’s wakening…''
C.S. Lewis // Dymer, Canto 3.28
