"As far as I remember, I've always been controlled by my fear...
That knowledge has for a long time terrified me and kept me frozen in time with no perspective of happiness or future or, both.
Until came that night, where obviously, everything chang...
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"As fire and water, As soft than a feather, As dangerous than a lover, She's beauty, she's pain, She's the queen who cries tears ofpower, Smile hints of darkness. And love drops of authenticity."
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The car lights, driving through the quiet road, reflected for a while by the moonlight. The soft thud of fingers tapping against the stairwell in rhythm with the music, was the only distraction stopping the driver from falling asleep. If only they could notice how perfectly aligned the stars were above their head. They would immediately understand what it means.
On the other side of the country, a translucent shadow slowly walked to a misty cauldron surrounded by several ingredients as odd as each other. Feeling the power creeping bit by bit to their fingertips, the shadow walked heavily to the book placed beside the cauldron. Breathing deeply, the calm and peaceful night over the dying garden where the black figure has taken place, started to darken even more. Closing their woody eyes, kneeling on their knees, their young trembling hands began to circle together above the bowl, right under the thunderstorm beginning to thrive. Hesitating for a few seconds, the dark figure whispered at first before finally starting to chant the words which forced the elements around them to rise.
- "The moonlight reflecting in your eyes fades away, The pain in your heart hideaway. May the hazy sky rise, and give strength to the light of your grace and heart. When you'll find out the power of your true faith, the wisdom's power will thrive."
As if the dark appearance had provoked all of the sky's god's anger, loud sounds of thunder roared among the whole sacred place. Out of control, the sky scattered enough to let flashes of heavy lighting appear. Yet the form, as if deaf of anything else but the goosebumps riding up from their fingertips to their neck, didn't make a single move about the storm threatening the elements around them.
Slowly but surely, following precisely, like an artist's masterpiece outlines, the lightning struck all around the dead garden, leaving burns of three diamond forms attached against each other and band together in a circle. With the translucent shadow at its centre.
