Descendance

*ೃ༄𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 12: It's Not Real ੈ✩‧₊˚

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"Twinkle, twinkle, little stars,
How I wonder what you are.
Down you fell from above the world so high,
Like fallen stars in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
'Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveler in the dark.
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little stars,
How I wonder what you are.
Down you fell from above the world so high,
Like fallen stars in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.
How I wonder what you are."
Achernar Crosswell stood in the middle of the room where the sleeping stars slept. Dark fog surrounded them. "Sweet dreams indeed, my little stars." With a wave of his hand, he compelled them into dreams made especially crafter just for them. He hummed with delight and went back into the shadows of night. They were not lost in paradise.

Imaginary
by Evanescence
Paper flowers
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos, your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I build my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)
Paper flowers
Songwriters: David Hodges / Amy Lee / Ben Moody
(Author's note: Feel free to skip this chapter and the rest after. You can continue on Chapter 18 when the random weird dreams end. It's nothing important as I don't think it's that relevant to my story. I've tried incorporating old writings of mine, my first ever from years ago, which includes random things I wrote, even fanfictions...Just put my character names in it. I know my story is dark, I apologize for that. Don't bother yourself reading chapters 15 through 17. You don't have to force yourself. No need! They're a crazy rollercoaster of emotions which are irrelevant that I randomly made up and don't make any sense, so don't worry about trying to read all that. Thank you so much for making it this far into my story. I know it isn't good, but I still tried with my bad writing. Know that I appreciate you. Take a break, rest your heart, mind, soul, and eyes. Take care of yourself. You're loved and worth so much. You matter. Thank you for reading. ❦ )
Paper flowers, they linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters calling their names. Let them stay where the wind will whisper to the stars. Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story in their field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby, they lie inside themselves for hours to watch their purple sky fly over these three stars. Don't say they're out of touch. With this rampant chaos, their reality. Stars know well what lies beyond their sleeping refuge. The nightmare they build their own world to escape. Swallowed up in the sound of their screaming. Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies. Oh, how they long for the deep sleep dreaming. The imaginary light.

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(Continuation on of story on Chapter 18 when the stars awake and dreams end. Most of what I wrote for the next chapters literally don't make any sense and I lamely ended up writing more for those than my actual story. Well wrote all that shit in the past all I'm doing is just sharing everything now aha. Chapters 15, 16, and 17 are still in my drafts. It's already embarrassing enough sharing my story so not quite ready to share those random pieces of writing. We shall see. Perhaps I shall decide to do so another time and will end up regretting and I'll end up regretting to delete this stupid note. My writing is stupid but I'm allowed to be mean to myself because I know my writing might get hate, it isn't perfect. Nothing in this world is perfect though. And...author just Shuddup already. I'm always mean to me. Better to be mean to myself first before others are. :) wink wonk