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Heaven and EarthHe dreams of a golden fire in the hearth, and wild golden hair, her pure white smile, her hand in his, reading a book together, lost in a faerie realm, imaginations in harmony...
Raindrops on his skin bring the road back into focus, and he spurs his horse onward, homebound.
Imperfect GenesisThe hero lifted his blade skyward. The blade caught the lightning and the lightning danced across the blade, and then the hero leapt into the air and sheathed his blade in the fallen demon’s heart. Convulsions rippled through the demon’s meaty black limbs, and its fiery eyes began to smoulder. The raging winds began to die, and the rain gradually slowed to a drizzle.
“You’ve not seen the last of me...” breathed the demon, as its body began to dissolve into black mist. The hero pulled his sword and replaced it in the sheath at his side, then turned towards the swirling portal. As the clouds parted and the sunlight began to shine again, he stepped into the purple mist, ready to return home.
All he saw for a while was purple mist, but he distinctly heard the panicked words, “Ack, that was over much too quickly!”
Then a word appeared before his eyes.
A different voice piped up. “No, that won’t do! Take
Like a Thousand FirefliesSilent crimson flame
Burning ash into ash
Silence bouncing off the echoes
Like a heartbeat inside your brain
...or did we ask after all?
Silence bouncing off stalactites
like Pink Rubber Spheres
It's sparkly in this cave,
but I want some stars
Maybe even that really close one
that turns the sky azure.
Breaking through stone and mud
'til I reach the basement
Now time to storm the castle.
Thunder resounds, bouncing off the
Walls, bouncing off of me
Lightning flashes across the ~~
Like a thousand fireflies
carrying my dreams to
where they may breathe
Sweet, deep breath,
Pure, sweet air.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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