From the window, I watch the city and urban freeway, the incense in which narrows the power of the mind to either "this" or "that". From window of my heart, I watch the horizon, it's inducing spires and it's magical capability. I wanted to travel further and reside in the imaginary circumstances, but the battling the agony gilded in beauty and love, brought contrast to the thing we call reality.
My name is Amber Mycenae. A nine year old with hopes and dreams as any other child claims to have. But I'm sort of like a fish out of water. And the source of this indifference lays definitively in my brain. Well, you see, I'm split in parts: the left and right- referring to the parts of the brain. The left side is Rane. The right side is Suniell. And these names are not necessarily chosen at random.
Rane: The rhetorical definition of art. He is my creative expression or application of human skill or imagination. Rain, being the one of the most common poetic references through displays of symbolism, depth, understanding, and emotional, because Rane means my "creative" side.
Suniell: The mathematical and logical decision maker. Although the practical rival with Rane, she indelves the sensibility of stories rather than the beauty of natural imperfection.
The superior sense of sight creates an altercation between Rane and Suniell. It's what I see that determines how they respond. It's the reason of their tales and adventure (Rane), the story of insight and logic (Suniell). Because, all in all, they make me!
