A queer prequel on Howls birth/origin as a glorious and accursed being. ForewordThe sky fumed to an uneasy red like a wisp in a wizard’s head. A comet was about to fall and break little Howl’s sleep. It had always been like this on nights nearing his birthday. When Howl was about to turn thirteen, the fiery vision recurred more often and strong. He woke up with a trickle of cold sweat and a desire for the other half of the dream. It made him ache for the visibility of the being beyond the bleeding heavens―the absence.