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estdeus_innobisSlowly descend; trust ignites the darkness
And bliss is this drowning moment.
Day 144, Thursday October 23rd
Earliest morning
Another place
I feel his blade sweep down and there's something there, just close enough to touch and just enough like me I reach out and... I'm in another place.
I reach up and the scar's there. Long and thin on my cheek, getting ragged as I reach the bone. Bumpy above my eye, where the blade or the horn dug into bone. It's quiet here. Green sward. A barrow mound, with a monument. Can't see what's written, here. Just a pillar in the distance. Walk towards it, and I'm there. Low mound of earth, covered in grass. Dolmen archway for an entrance, framed in unhewn stone. The monument rises behind it. Don't have the words for its form. It bears the name of everything ever loved. Ah. Know every name, there. It is a long list.
The ground slopes before the barrow entrance, and I walk down. There's a pool in a hollow before the barrow deep and dark, ringed with stones. Look down.
Reflection stares back. It's me. The hood of my robe is thrown over my brow, and I push it back. Look young. No, ageless. Slim and strong, masculine and womanly. It's almost strange, for a moment. But it is me. The shade of my wings darkens the reflection then. Look up. There's sunlight, but clouds are moving. Coming. Somewhere there is a storm. There are many deaths, and something in the thought makes me raise my gaze. Smile. "Hello, Hope," I say kindly. Lay the scythe - no, hammer - down, and walk around the pool. In the distance cities burn, but here it is quiet.
[Open to Hope]
[Closed]
And bliss is this drowning moment.
Day 144, Thursday October 23rd
Earliest morning
Another place
I feel his blade sweep down and there's something there, just close enough to touch and just enough like me I reach out and... I'm in another place.
I reach up and the scar's there. Long and thin on my cheek, getting ragged as I reach the bone. Bumpy above my eye, where the blade or the horn dug into bone. It's quiet here. Green sward. A barrow mound, with a monument. Can't see what's written, here. Just a pillar in the distance. Walk towards it, and I'm there. Low mound of earth, covered in grass. Dolmen archway for an entrance, framed in unhewn stone. The monument rises behind it. Don't have the words for its form. It bears the name of everything ever loved. Ah. Know every name, there. It is a long list.
The ground slopes before the barrow entrance, and I walk down. There's a pool in a hollow before the barrow deep and dark, ringed with stones. Look down.
Reflection stares back. It's me. The hood of my robe is thrown over my brow, and I push it back. Look young. No, ageless. Slim and strong, masculine and womanly. It's almost strange, for a moment. But it is me. The shade of my wings darkens the reflection then. Look up. There's sunlight, but clouds are moving. Coming. Somewhere there is a storm. There are many deaths, and something in the thought makes me raise my gaze. Smile. "Hello, Hope," I say kindly. Lay the scythe - no, hammer - down, and walk around the pool. In the distance cities burn, but here it is quiet.
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