THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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Okay, sleep isn't my realm today!
Eir declared to her fragmented conscience that kept her neurons too full with anxiety. The gentle cold yet lulling winds of conditioner nor the enchanted rose sniffs from the lighted candles could hush her shambles. Those terrific eyes and the deceptive delusion she saw were enough to deny the sleep she craved.
She kept flinging her silk smooth quilts to the sides, tossing her torso between her gaping and snoring friends. Her countless tosses and restless turns made them pin her flat to her place with their crossed limbs to keep her static.
After an endeavoured attempt, she pulled her hands out of her caged quilt and relieved her of the excess weights that burdened her. Collecting her skirt that was spread rugged around, she slid her quilt aside. Without changing the inertia of the bed, she sneaked out and pushed herself comfortable over the couch.
She released her tied locks and let out a tiring sigh that she held for long. Taking the ivory carved jorum, she guzzled the last sips of pepo tea in an attempt to quiet her rambling senses. She looked at her friends who were greeting the heaven of revival. In a reflex, her eyes fell on her sermons trinket. There was no glinting or any intuition, just a despondent chagrin made her purse the lips.
She backed her head on the thread embossed rest to ease out her clouding thoughts. Using her state of imbalance, her mind played its gimmick.
She could see silhouettes of two familiar people. One was her and the other a person she would adore and admire forever. The new sniffs of cinnamon unfolding in the air paused the pointless blethers, letting her seek solace from the treasured moments that remain untold.
"What are you hiding behind you?" a six-year-old Eir asked with a glorifying grin reddening her tender cheeks.
"Ohho! Here is my 'can't wait' princess that I love the most in the whole world! Don't be in a hurry for a gift," he said teasing her delicate sharp nose with his thick pointers.
Wiping her tips to rest the tingle that he evoked, she looked at him creasing her little amethyst eyes. Her demanding glares mandated him to give it to her right away. When he stood unchanged, she thinned her lips in a faux scowl while her irises cornered to glimpse what he was holding behind him.
Reading her moves, he shifted his palms to the opposite direction and twisted his trunk. "Not that easily my princess bee. Win the gift than receiving it!" He winked at her.
"Pappa! Gift first and then we play hoodie-boodie! I promise I will win this time," she said with her innocent tone only to see him shake his head to the sides. She pouted her thin pink lips and twisted her head to the sides, but this time more cautiously.
