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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Oh, the mercy of darkness and dazzle, Thee shall decree seed of verve to rustle, Oh, the winds and waters that surge, Save thee child; thou is her only refuge.
Shall you not cease until her sun shines, Brighter than facets of million diamonds, Her words shall waken thorns and pines, Her love shall rise to abate our repents.
Her pale flaky lips trembled with every syllable that followed. Her spilt senses withered in the clutches of distorting hopes.
Her once erect spine had curved over the passing transitions of dawn and crescent shines. Her ears were tired of the lulling cries and welled up worries expressed in the shrine as the beloved woman lie feeble with watery breaths. But her faiths that gleam as citrine as the rays of orange sapphire dawn between her puffed sleepless lids were never receding in the least.
"Apologise Grace, Sir Azarious had sent you-"
She rose her palms and flinched, dismissing her maiden. From the strong musky fruit scents and strong vapours of mint and cinnamon, she could sense the freshly picked berries and herbal tea. Indeed, they weren't her priority. At least for now.
"I'm afraid I must insist on this. It is an order from Sir that you shall eat and rest properly. Pleas-"
"I need no merriment. She needs help. Until I see one promising sign of wellness from her, I shall never rise from here. Getting right?"
The soft dusky cheeks of the maiden crimped as she thinned her full melanin purple lips flat. In silence, she placed the basket near her incense stand and took a turn to leave her at ease.
"Take them along. It would be the only great help you could offer me in these tough times. Please?"
"Madame, I wonder why would an axe get fragile for the woodcutter's sickness? Don't push me to let you fall ill. I respect your priorities but not at the cost of yourself. It's been three full nights and you are starv-"
"Don't remind me how long she had been like this. May she get well soon. Oh, gods please be merciful!" She crumpled her frills as tears moistened her smudged stibnite lining her tired lids.
The maiden curled her stilled frame in her hands. She wiped her trickling tears with her palms.
"Oh, saints! You are too weak. Please rest for our goodwill, Madame. I beg your pardon but in her absence, you should be our leading light." She gently warmed her palms and bitter cold heels.
