Acatalepsy

Acatalepsy

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Incandescent waters painted with scintillating orbs of light, collide against the alabaster cliffs of Athens. Gods above grace the sky upon with a swirl of mesmerising hues. What their plans behold are only seen deep in the souls of composed citizens. The colours painted on their canvases reveal their paved paths to their separate destinies. Some lay in endless piles of golden stars, gifts from their ancestors traits and founding. While others lay defeated on the dusty streets waiting for the ashen clouds to pass away. An irenic woman sleeps under the stars, awaiting an opportunity. She desires a change in the reigns of the indestructible kakistocracy. In the pristine tiles of his palace realms a young Emperors' son. His boredom fuels his father's acrimony, trekking in an unwanted path, he too awaits an opportunity. Is it possible to choose our destinies or are they paved beneath our feet? Yet what do the Gods behold for us?
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"You were a princess. A princess behaves. So, you pressed your lips together until they were thin and pale, nodded stiffly, and let the weight of his words settle over you. Still, as the servants poured more wine and the conversation turned to other matters, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. Somewhere across the sea, a boy you'd never met was being told that you would be his bride. Was he just as disgusted? Just as helpless? Or was he laughing with excitement, eager for the day when he could claim his prize? The thought made your cheeks burn with something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite embarrassment. Whatever it was, you didn't like it." --- Or, where you are betrothed to Prince Telemachus of Ithaca.

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