[[Admittedly there were a lot of things that An Zhe probably should have been more worried about than he was. The way the nights blended into days, the diffusion zones themselves, the whispers of storms. Being here at all, frankly. None of those things were things he could do anything about though.

'Romantic'... The word made him think of the Poet and An Ze, and the words they may have used to write about this moment.]]

I knew people I think would agree.