Boredom plagues those in the highest power; they don't serve anyone.
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Within the dream's realm, liberated of tangible consequences, its growing malevolence reigned as an exceptional despot. It grew and expanded, from such a little companion to a monstrous brute; as such, it was obligated to satisfy the feeble wish of a soul: it was an ideal.
A separate world disconnected from what was innate and bestowed by birth; all along, there is solitude in solace, and preference signifies more than prejudice – for they were one. And these dreams were once so neglected, but so diverse, and all had a different kindle as their unnoticeable prelude; it never belonged.
However, many of whom these dreams belonged to had never come to realize a distinction. There was no gate in between realms – no lines to blur from the very beginning! Ultimately, thought and action, conversely, were ripped apart into their own sufficiency and neither group was ever truly satisfied. Angels and devils suffer, the earth and the heavens suffer, the shadows and the light suffer. "What were morals? What will be morals?" they proceeded to question; heads smashing into walls, splattering the blood from within the skull (some walls were more merciful with cushions). Voices rendered mute or elevated too high – the duality of it all!
And what of other heads? Heads held at a neutral position only thinking of a lone benefit with which, of course, accompanied an ancient indifference: "It is all as it should be. What of it?"
They've caught the Devil! An echo reverberated against the golden columns and cemented murals. The corridors were vacant, strangely, and the voice dared to exist. Numerous rooms aligned and stacked along the vicinity, preceding each of their heavy, double-layered oak frames facing outer walls maintained from the Renaissance, or themselves on the other side right across. Twinkling chandeliers and candelabras respectively hung and stood within the enormous fortress – a desolate Signorial construction abandoned and unknown to all but the inhabitants.
The young girl who sat on an armchair nearest to the window suited the requirements perfectly. She did live within the stone walls, for an eternity, it seemed, that managed to merge with her very soul and could only be separated with precarious chains of events, such that they'd threaten her orderly conscious and surroundings; nothing came by unnoticed under her careful watch over its future – her participation was so minimal, so insignificant, that for dooming disaster to occur must have come only by an inexplicable suddenness of fate.
An indigo galaxy floated above, a mist veiling over the cobbled streets below and little aureate gleams protruding from the transparent blanket, placed atop tall lamp posts in front of cobble houses, albeit no home was occupied.
She realized there were scattered dots of illumination both in the sky and earth. Infinity journeying through its eternity, even there. Further on in the horizon, her brown eyes caught sight of the waters filling the vast rocky basin, so near the abyss, attracted by the lines of white gently resting atop. A dreamy smile appeared on her light face, the most unnoticeable of them all, and she was at ease.
"The Devil has been caught! Have you heard?" a shriek was heard from behind her.
"Ha-ha-ha! To catch the Devil! What? Have you caught it all then?"
"This is no news, however..."
"My God! What imbeciles I am surrounded by!"
In the sizeable chambers that provided her rest, two men and another woman kept her company. As she sat and pondered, not caring enough to graze them with her attention, they argued, as they had a long time ago, as if it were their very purposes to never agree.
