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We sit chained to the ground, Staring at shadows on the wall, Trying to decipher meaning, From their formless shapes. After years of painful struggle, Somehow, I break the chains. They had become brittle... Corroded by my blood and tears. I stand up and turn around, Realizing we are in a deep cave, Up ahead there is a bright light, Shining like a beacon of hope. Slowly, I make my way there, The brightness hurting my eyes, After years of seeing shadows, The light cuts me like a knife. At last, I reach the entrance, And at first, I can't see anything, Only a vast white emptiness, Until slowly I begin to see... There in front of me I see them, Forming and unforming in time, The mental formations we create, Expanding with each new thought. I strain to the limit of my vision, And see that there is another wall, A boundary formed by paradoxes, A prison of our mental limitations. But as I look out into the vastness, I realize that the walls are receding, Ever expanding in an act of
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Earthen
If the ego that we build For ourselves is living Then this is a destruction An apocalypse That no one made-up can survive Take my hand, now withered by pain Caress the moss on my fingers And come with me where horizon never ends Where the time is always present If memories are ocean waves Then I will be the sun My lava scorching the seabed that we walk Ash falls upon bleached corpses And new life sprouts, cleansed of spirits We have no future For we’re not built on abstract wishes We have got no past For it was not us who came into this place If blackness is fright Then let me wrap myself in darkness Underneath rocks and entangled roots I will hold the very earth with care I will seep into it naked I will leave my flesh and bones behind Not afraid to disappear For there is nowhere that this mind could hide And I will let the earth absorb me I will hear its rumbling within my own breath "Stone, sand, mud and living creatures There is need for all shapes and forms They all belong
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sky mirrors
What does moonlight feel like, if you walk your fingers across the line that separates nightfall and evening? Can you breathe it in if you cup it between... ...in the cradle of your hands, in the bed of your palms? Is it vanilla and sugar? Is it the remnant of a cosmic sherbet painted across a tired horizon? Is it the intimate coalescence of sun and moon; forever parted, do they share a kiss as they pass by one another? Does eternity dwell there, in that winking, astral fire... ...are angels made of the nebulae we glimpse through telescopes? Are we the filaments of dust; suspended, like the formation of suns, the shimmering darkness... ...do we become it when we go? If we lay ourselves across the blaze of gloaming will we disappear? Dissolve into the green flash, drawn into the further, like phantoms? What does moonlight feel like, if you walk your fingers across the line that separates nightfall and evening? What does it feel like, to face the curtain of dusk; the
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Dewprism II: When Two Worlds Collide
Chapter 1: Fresh Start
Summery:
Set several years after their Dewprism journey, in this dramatic/comedic story, Mint works as a waitress by day and a burlesque dancer under twilight while Rue is an advice colmnist for the Carona Times newspaper. The two have tied the knot and are moving in to their new house together… until the innocent and pure-hearted Rue finds out weeks after the move that his fiery and high-minded Mint is pregnant with his first child.
Be warned: this chapter is rated M for Mature Readers. It contains a MintxRue love scene.
Disclaimer: The characters and game of ToF belong to their respective producers.
As you might have noticed from the prologue, my story is set in a more modern universe, different from the usual game atmosphere in 'Threads of Fate'.
Prologue ->
Chapter 2, part 1:
Chapter 1: Fresh Start
Summery:
Set several years after their Dewprism journey, in this dramatic/comedic story, Mint works as a waitress by day and a burlesque dancer under twilight while Rue is an advice colmnist for the Carona Times newspaper. The two have tied the knot and are moving in to their new house together… until the innocent and pure-hearted Rue finds out weeks after the move that his fiery and high-minded Mint is pregnant with his first child.
Be warned: this chapter is rated M for Mature Readers. It contains a MintxRue love scene.
Disclaimer: The characters and game of ToF belong to their respective producers.
As you might have noticed from the prologue, my story is set in a more modern universe, different from the usual game atmosphere in 'Threads of Fate'.
Prologue ->
DEWPRISM II: When Two Worlds Collide - PrologueThere was a difference between 'will' and 'duty'.
One's duty could bring about the end of the world, whereas one's will can bring about hope for the future. All Rue had been doing was following his will. Moving forwards, unaware of his duties. The reasons he was alive in the first place...
The foundation of his existence involved waking up in a strange place surrounded by stones and water out in the middle of a snowdrift. He wandered around for a while, trying to clear the muddled mass of thoughts and corrupted orders in his mind, until he fell unconscious in the snow outside a wonderfully peaceful log cabin which happened to be the home of the first person he ever met, the kindest woman on the face of the planet; her name was Claire.
Claire lived alone in that same quaint cottage with a stable full of animals to attend to, so she took Rue in since he had no memories. She was older than him, and already he looked up to her as he would a sister. He loved her like family, and for about f
Chapter 2, part 1:
DP II: When Two Worlds Collide -Chapter II, P1"It takes many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it." - Confucius
Chapter 2.1: Irreversible Changes
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.Friday, 16 June 2017.
It was 9:15 in the morning. The sky overhead was clear, the sun was shining, the birds were singing sweetly... In all it was a very relaxing day, only slightly hampered by the darkening clouds several miles away from the town of Carona. People walked up and down the street, minding their own business, quietly going in and out of the buildings.
Well, almost everybody, at least.
Inside of the town square a scene like most hadn’t seen before was occurring. A man with white hair --wearing a suit composed of earth tones mostly green, brown and gold-- was running through the old cobblestone and stainless concrete streets so fast that he practically flew. Shoppers and people passing by watched in amazement as the man sprinted his way down the road, apologizing to pedestrians as he passed... until he arrived his workp
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Okay, I read this ages ago but I couldn't fave cause of my poor internet (deletes anything you post) but now i can fave and run MWAHAHA!!
Seriously though, I really enjoyed this and intend to re read the series when my baby cousin has stopped pulling on my ear.
Seriously though, I really enjoyed this and intend to re read the series when my baby cousin has stopped pulling on my ear.