ETHER

[Cepheid 4304]

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ETHER

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Private Archive Vol. III

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“Do you see it?” The fire-haired woman inquired towards the shadow at her flank, surrounded by her own all encompassing isolation. “Do you see it?” Her voice echoed into a lowered barely audible whisper. Her legs dangled from the platform from her seated position at the far end of the creaky pier. Her gaze of the ether settled to the horizon in a deep rumination regarding the heavens. Stars twinkled above in the night amidst the scattered clouds in the sinking abyss that was the skies with the moon that lingered above. A hand was wrapped around the neck of an aged wine bottle opened far too haphazardly for the prestige of such a vintage, unfit for an mindless sup in such a crass manner. The sound of silence resonated around her with the sea that seemed to be endless in front of her and swirled with the cosmos within the tides. It was an infinite starlight that appeared to her, such a concept so untouchable yet so within reach to her pallid fingers. Speckled bits of light that flickered with the waves that gently pulled to the shoreline to be a swirling mass of energy. 

 

“A haven of tranquility amidst the chaos…it’s so close, yet just out of reach. I have held the stars within my fingertips and nothing has changed. I have attained it, the cosmos, weaving the fabrics of the realm by my very will and it’s still not enough…

Will it ever be enough?”

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Art is not a reflection of reality, it is the reality of a reflection.

 

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She was a shell, molded by being a product of circumstances and her surroundings around her. It was the cosmos that unraveled to her, her mind turned into a conduit for the stars. To attain that which is unattainable to most, to become that which was needed by the people that she vowed to guide. Starlight she had become, transformed akin to a butterfly within the final stages of metamorphosis. The conversation unfolding to be with only herself and the shadows that were perceived within her mind.

 

“Destiny often hardly ever is.”

 

Cosmos that seemed to ensorcel the sea, slowly stirred within her. A light radiating from around her as she undertook a bright luminosity. It was as if she was a torch within the darkened skies, a beacon for the grand infinite that was beyond the realm she was bound to. Those locks of flame billowed in the wind and transformed into the night sky. The empty bottle slipped from her grasp and into the ocean below to the depths of the waters. 

 

“It is incomplete, and all consuming. When I look up I see a calm stillness that awaits, the bounds of mortality waiting to be lifted. Though that is all I am, a mere mortal. Despite that which has been bent I cannot afford to become broken. Is that the fate that awaits me when I come out from all this? The destiny of those that dare to entangle with the cosmos?”

 

She did not belong there in a way so out of touch from reality that it was bound to consume her. Perhaps it already had and she had not yet realized what or who she had become within the vastness of the infinite. She had created the reality around her, but it was fate that set her on the path, unrecognizable to the patterns that had befallen her forefathers until it was too late. A woman interwoven with the flames that devour the cosmos did not belong to the material. The gateway to her escape was just out of reach and she was caught being mesmerized by the impossible.

 

“It is a cruel fate, yet the one I chose. My path is set and the stars march onwards, we march onwards. There is no stagnation nor room for the weak. What more will the toll of the celestial cost?”

 

Further unspeakable words echoed through her mind, resolutions despite the doubts presented by the innermost machinations of the Royarch. The luminosity emitted from the woman was only emboldened by these revelations as she turned into a torch amidst the moonlight.  She was a beacon for the lost, hope for the future, and a light in the darkness.  Moonlight filtered in through the scattered clouds and her visions of the oceans engulfed with the otherworldly had been broken. All that remained as she looked down into the vast pool of water was her own reflection staring back at her uncanny state.

 

“I have given everything…

Haven’t I given enough?”

 

Her appearance of the embodiment of celestial slowly returned back to her normalcy. A solemn stare was fixated upon the reflection in the water, only interrupted by the slow waves that crashed against the wooden beams underneath her. The movement of the water distorted her mirrored image. It was the most accurate reflection of herself she had seen in what felt like years, the warped and malformed nature of her image. She no longer could recognize who she was or what had come to be, only that she existed and this was fate, destiny. An echo of her previous words escaped the lips of the harrowed woman from a faint muttering hardly able to be heard from her trembling tone. 

 

“Haven’t I given enough?”

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[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Willy of San'Velku walks down the eastern roads, simply admiring the beauty of the world. He'd pick an apple from nearby tree and take a bite. The apple would be moist yet firm to the touch and an audible crunch could be heard as he took his bite. This apple was delicious.

He'd enjoy this apple.