Ama

Imagine a fairy tail, oh, tale world with elves and hobbits. Imagine a deep deep sea and then the deepest depth of that sea, where from the dakness to the light above water reaches a giant seashell-like castle. In that castle imagine there to be sunlight and big big trees, flowers and birdsong and in all that wonder sea folk treading, skins of shades of sea. And then you see a flash of red. One single pale face among faces shades of blue and green. A human girl in a long red dress with emerald eyes looking straight at you, smiling and turning away, walking, being soon imersed in the seashaded crowd. Meet Amaryl, Ama, from the court of The Sea King. Daughter of Land among Children of The Sea. The only one..

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Or have I got it all wrong... they are the thoughts, the dreams and we the hands, the legs. The whisper to make us ponder, puzzle... Ones thoughts and dreams have come to us, many over oh so much, time and space.

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You think there is no hope.. Fine. I will show you, that there is hope, that there always is hope. I will bring them here. The damned ones, the ones banned and locked away. The ones that dwell in the hearts. The heart is eternal, did you know? A deep breath. They are coming

for I want words what can cut illusion
or nothing at all
words forged in dreams and tears
the ones destined to come
walking on a burned bridge
thin air witholds lacquer and red paint
and a promise
a butterfly has been aroused
and with that memories take flight
become ambitions, a crest on a flag
- dreams reborn is my destination
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Mori XD

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Free will

It haunted her. Being a part of the whole, listening to that, being washed over by the resolve of one. Free will can not be denied, even on that level. How this one soul had the ability to question and to negotiate the being on that level... How can that be? Yes, you have caught my attention.

A voice

A voice facing eternity, Eternity:

I will not move

- ALL MOVES, ALL FLOWS

I will not. Never

- ONE CAN NOT DENY THE ALL

I am not going anywhere

- A RIVER CAN NOT FLOW

I am staying right HERE.

The residents

Not many residents of the city walked in the wild grass or beneath the unkempt trees, nor saw lakes and rivers - they rather knew, that there were such things somewhere and kept walking the paved paths, sometimes crossing bridges, rivulets and streams, rarely noticing them. Maybe this was the price, they were not there to gaze at the beauty surrounding them - they were there so beauty could be.

Arcs in the green

The light resided, it became walls and floors, glistening ceilings of a white city under a blue sky, a sunless sky. There the light came to reside in walls, floors, ceilings and the ones, who dwelled there. The nights were dark, darkest shade of blue, no moon, no stars. Towers and arcs, arcadiums and atriums, long narrow paths unraveling across green fields, sides striped with cypress trees, dark and straight, wise and old. Till came the walls and beyond them the wilderness.

Out of the light

She could not breathe. She could not open her eyes. The only thing there was was the pain. Hands pressed on her heart, fear, feeling of being ripped apart. Clutching. Or I´ll break, i´ll break. A whisper. Warm breath tingling her ear and then vanished. Silence. She breathed, breathed the first breath. A wave of light pulsated from her tho the furthest corner. her heart calmed, the tension in her body let go. Rise, she thought and so she rose from her knees to stand tall for as long she could and opening her eyes, walked. Walked out of the still vibrant light, and with her the rest of her kin, the angels and the first one who came from the light, she, was the queen of angels, Aokuma.

Day. The White

Where can you tell the end where the waves are white, the shores are white as too are the skies above them, where do you tell it to be, the end, the beginning? The White seas. The White Shores, where´re The Towers to keep guard of all, that may have a beginning and an end. Eight of them, these white places. Places of peace, calm. Borderlines. Faces. All of them have a face, the face of the bearer of the soul of the sea, shore, sky. Eyes tainted with eternity. Pale blue, one of them was a young woman with pale blue eyes, which seemed sad, always. She was the one, who could not bear any of it any more. Out of the tower she walked, to the end of the last bridge and into the waves she went, thus becoming the one to bear it all. Were there ever such seas? Shards of a mirror long broken and lost.

Seven skies of coal...