His head was hurting. And it was in so many shades of pain, and so many colors of emotions, and so many tones of reasons...Jokes on me. For me, it'll always be darkness. Just plain monochromal darkness. No, there was not a chrome, nor a normal; nor a plain.... not even a "just".
It was
....darkness....
And that was all.
There was a small haven in the shadow of kept bushes, which lead towards a towering statue. He had enjoyed dwelling there since he first came here. From the other direction, Lakric could hear whispering in the unseen distance. Just Darkists casting some spells. The garden was spacious enough to be fitting, but for a town center it was not grand. For to be grand, there needed to be no deathly silence.
...but what if deathly silence was all it had?
"What is wrong with me?" The ginger he held fiddled around in unrest.
The clouds shifted....
shifted....
shifted...over the moon. There was always a comfort, fruiting from the shadows.
Sometimes he cannot help but wonder. Which is darker? The night or its hopelessness. The world is slowly drifting farther away. Maybe, this is all just a dream. But in dreams, do birds spill from the skies, into the abyss? Flightless...
When darkness is fascist. He'll always be falling....
falling...
falling... ever as one alone. Till the bottom, till when it's finally too soon.
"Yet here I am, reaching towards the bliss." The heart aches, the chest pains. Yet there will no respiration; there will be no turning to the dawn of another day.
This must be despair.... this is desperation.....
"Towards the end of the tunnel, only to find it's light-less." When the falling of tears, are the only salvation
To the surface of that concrete floor...
....
....only to find it's soundless
After however long he was granted the peace of mind, he gained a growing awareness of the butterflies spiraling beside him...
Wait, butterflies...?
He turned around. It was a young lady.
He met her eyes. And it was as if it had lasted but a brief eternity. And for that nick of time, he had felt... a stranger stirring deep inside.
....
She, too, was halted in her tracks. She had needed to know where the storehouse is, but... He's crying?
"No I'm not." Oricula fado vus ... "It's Lak, did you need me for something."
"Your eyes were red, I saw...no point hiding it with a spell. You can tell me what's wrong, I'm Emer-"
Wait did he just read my mind?
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Dust and Deity - Dear Darkness
Fantasy"No one does, but me. The prayers... I care because it is my fault." Take a breath, and then a journey to resolve a darkness. One that looms over the valleys and ranges. Living puppets... colossal spiders... a stray swordsman... In a story that set...
