A Dream, Memory's Past

[Eleatic 1033]

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Sixstring's looks to his hand, less tan, more comely, his hair, comed, tidy. He looks overall a good deal less like a bum. He shrugs to himself, a dream, lucid. Though not entirely, it was a dream of three parts, his parent's cottage, his wife's embrace, and his daughter's funeral. He thought for a moment, sighing at this, his mind starting to crumble into the structure of the dream. He begins to fade into the third, a large flute is heard, and the body of a little girl begins to lower into the ground, as it does, the falling coffin shattering a small glass at the end of the dirt, and color seeping out, it's his wife's embrace, right before her death. He begins to relieve these events more vividly, as it was before. He looks to his 'wife', embracing her, before there is a slam on the door, and with it, another roar of unreality blaring in, the next, his parent's cottage. . 

 

But it wasn't, in earnest, as reality began to blare into him, like a gust on the breeze. The little cottage shattering like glass, and falling all around him, his parent's eyes beginning to bleed, and a crooked, carved smile, begins to appear on both of theirs, their eyes darkening, before they shatter too.  It is now an emptiness, the dream, a void, only white and nothingness occupying it, [minus the sprawled remains of the dream cottage] He sighs, before he concentrates for a moment, a giant hill forming, vivid, surreal, morose then the dream he faced earlier. A lute atop it, he steps onto the hill, alone in the void of his mind, he can hear faint "Goodbye, Verin's.." In the breeze, but he simply says atop the imaginary hill.

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"Day after day, alone on a hill, the man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.. And nobody wants to know him, they can see he's just a fool.. And he never gives an answer, but the fool on the hill.."

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He stays stationary upon the imaginary hill for a few, what seems like hours, continuing his strumming, in that time, phatasmal figments humming in the distance, asking who, "Sixstrings." Only  giving in his subtle, still way. 

"A fool."

[OBV a dream, don't complain omg no rrp!!1111]

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.