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onepassingnight2011-12-20 09:42 pm
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- 006 || eternity stares back.
Is it dark? Are you still awake? Where are you? Is this a dream?
All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.
The stars remain.
This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.
Look down.
One of the asteroids is misshapen.
And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.
The will of this world guides you towards it.
All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.
The stars remain.
This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.
Look down.
One of the asteroids is misshapen.
And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.
The will of this world guides you towards it.
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[Underneath his feet, this newcomer will find bright, yellow lilacs sprouting through the grimy, cragged surface.]
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He eyes the yellow lilacs and the sight manages to steal a smile from his face. He can't help to be reminded of Beatrice's Golden Land.]
Because there's always hope? Or because it simply doesn't matter how screwed things are?
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[Because even if the land around Midgar is dead and dry, travel a while out. The world becomes beautiful again and riddled with life. Suffering has an ending point somewhere - it just takes some moving on to get to it.]
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[Waiting may bring fortune back again, traveling may lead you to a flower field away from a dried land. But what stops you from working to make that dried land a flower field by yourself?]
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