Historias de Prisms

well... it's a story about a girl who is fascinated by the one who adopted her. As she ventures deeply more about what's around her, she gets the feeling that the area she lives is weird. How will she finally answer the question: "Who am I?"

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]

Pika came from nowhere She remembers nothing of where she came from Nothing of who she is Yet she is the strongest magic fighter in the town and seems to know who the good and the bad guys are After saving Otta, a half-blood fairy and human, from being taken by some Kingdom Soldiers, Otta allows Pika to take refuge in her town. But Pika seems to have a mission at hand: find and collect the Crystal Prisms. Yet she has no clue where or what they look like, all she knows is that she has been told to find them by someone she doesn't remember. But Otta knows what they are, and she's terrified to think about them. Trapped between a war that has never been won, but one that has just begun, Pika and Otta must make their journey to find all the Crystal Prisms in all four parts of the kingdom.

A poem of a palace; the description of the castle in the dream of a story once written.

https://www.atoptik.com/products/dove-prism.html Dove prisms are typically employed as image rotators. Due to the oblique angle of incidence with respect to the incident surface, when a dove prism rotation is unfolded along its reflecting surface, it effectively behaves as an inclined parallel plate.

"A long time ago; in a land far-away, In a land; a world gone astray, Were four friends, with powers like no other, In this world, were the final factor. A young robot in blue, A sweet inventor with a kazoo, A blonde-haired girl without a voice And an angel with a choice. With their powers, they saved this world, As the crowd cheers, they disappear to Exile. They shall rise once more, in a decade, Ready once more to take up their blade." Story by Marina-Chan Cover made with Canva Status as of 17, July, 2021: Aliro/Mina is revamping the story. Read the latest chapter for more information!