(fourth day during the act 1)
An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
The Lady who Knows Everything.A beautiful lady who has found every answer,All meaning,All purpose,And all that was ever sought.
And here I am,
a feather
Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.
Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.But when all else has failed me,When all others have turned away,The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.
Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
I fall.And I fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather.A dry quill, expressionless.
But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.
The hand of a beautiful lady.I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.
The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice."I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.There is no meaning.There is no purpose.And we seek only the impossible.I am not your legend.Your legend does not exist."
And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.
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✎(𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶)𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓓𝓓𝓛𝓒 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶
Non-Fiction✎(𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶)ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴅʟ-ǝxǝ˙Ɔ ✎!might not be every single one of them