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Following image sparked writing of this O.S.. Also my inspiration to narrate the entire story.
Sooraj found himself on the shores of a foreign realm. Wielding naught but his external wear and satchel close tight to a hickory limb, rested over his shoulder.
"My, what an exotic, yet alluring corner I've found.
I can take break here for a while. It spirits inviting enough."
The inhabitants of this alien village were quite welcoming, peculiarly considering how different he was in appearance. Surely, he wasn't of such a plane. But the bright colors of their plots were captivating. Adorned of such specific touches, none apparently near the personality of each neighbor, but all had a manifest and distinct beauty about them.
He bee bopped his way all over quivering hands and sampling trinkets. He found himself a bit overwhelmed by the vivid hues and shapes of exquisitely ornamented residences. Making his way along, something to the South caught his eye. The grandest of trees glistened of moon shine, as it was perched directly above. A space cast of eternal night as stars twinkled soft glows like candles.
He eagerly came near, as his curiosity would always have his leash. Hasty steps tardily flopped to a clumsy stagger, then a frozen halt. His eyes open wide, in dis-belief of what he had encountered. Towering above was a dense canopy of the most heavenly wisteria ever to exist. It's perfect shape traversing the integrality of the realms borders, illuminating them with a soft and subtle violet hue.
Paintings hung from naught but slim air, shining of colors he had no ability to define.Unfolded books and partially pieced together puzzles cluttered the prismatic ground of what appeared like rainbow grass. Wisp memories seemed to materialize of sounds and disappear just the same. Yet there was an air of gloominess attached to everything. He nearly dropped his satchel in fault of his own physical awareness.
A twee voice, near that of a child's, waved not far from the trunk. Folded and shaped perfectly, she was in virtuoso origami figure. A young woman - Sandhya cast of paper and canvas sat on knees atop a mound of ash. Astonishingly enough the engineer of this realm she was, yet she held no color. Black and white with shades of grey.
Pale. Sickly. Tired.
The ash mound smoldering her fine folds, as she isolated it in return. She was raptly focused on three opened books, and a rather large puzzle. Putting pieces of it together while lost in rusty pages.
"My dear lady, what you have constructed here I have no words to describe. Where did those colors arrive from? What name have you for such pigmentation's? And that there... Is it a dream comes to life? That's the only place I have known of such constructs. I... "
She chuckled, as dust fell from a worn face that had not practiced such a form in sometime.
Bending down to perch close to her duality beingness, he dared her eyes, overcurious as to how they held. They shone like auroras within an anaemic canvas. Shining and radiating of all colors. She glinted at him, basking in his bewilderment, and observed his strange scent. She stopped her actions for an instant.
"Where have you come from? I sense something unique emanating from you... You have moon dust on your shoulder. Stars sparkling in your eyes. Your hands, they have held loves hips? Your breath is fragrant of ocean tides. Please, tell me of such affairs.."
"I am but a roamer discovering new lands my dear. Directionless. Seeking out shattered hearts while running from my own."
He noticed a series of pieces in front of her. Blackened and charred, half arranged together. Glistening fragments of a smashed chrystalic image. Red as a rose.
"This is but fragments of what was once my loving heart. When it was demolished I lost some of its pieces. It will never know its form again. Her eyes unfocussed and gazed into nothing, as if looking inward, reflecting on memories within."
His open ended question caught her off guard. He reached for his satchel and opened the knot. Fetching out a bag of soft velvet, containing a glass box. He unfolded it up and dumped it out. Similar fragments spilled from inside, sounding like broken glass colliding together. He cautiously dissected her pieces, and then his. Raptly focused he reached in and picked out one shard, placing it to fill a lost void of her own. She gasped as she reached down to caress the location.
"I thought it would. I seem to have lost some of my pieces as well. But probably, between the two of us, we can make one together."
"It is not possible. The rest of your pieces are queerly shaped. And the missing ones cannot be substituted."
"Well, it's worth a try. I would like to see more than your eyes sparkles of the colors you create from them. After all, a hotchpotch organ is better than one with open holes all over it. It bleeds and is making a mess of this place."
She looked confused as she refused the explanation to no avail.
"Go ahead and try, It won't work. But what then of yours? There isn't enough for two."
"I'll carry my journey after my stay is finished here, purging every corner of existence and find what I seek in time. You'll remain here, but as you are now will be consumed by those clinkers. You won't be firm enough to move without that fixed up. You don't look well enough. Come now, do you like puzzles?"
She upraised a brow as he chuckled. They dig long into the night. Keeping each-other company, sharing everything's and nothings. Laughing, joking, and whispering sweetly as songs rang from a moonflower shaped phonograph. Sharing wishes with the moon and dreams with the stars.
It is unknown what the outcome was of their endeavor. Perhaps they still remain in that place cautiously sewing and stitching fine particles with crescent imbued thread under the great wisteria shroud. Counting stars and marinating in moonbeams while piecing together broken fragments of a necessary device.š.
"My, what an exotic, yet alluring corner I've found.
I can take break here for a while. It spirits inviting enough."
He bee bopped his way all over quivering hands and sampling trinkets. He found himself a bit overwhelmed by the vivid hues and shapes of exquisitely ornamented residences. Making his way along, something to the South caught his eye. The grandest of trees glistened of moon shine, as it was perched directly above. A space cast of eternal night as stars twinkled soft glows like candles.
He eagerly came near, as his curiosity would always have his leash. Hasty steps tardily flopped to a clumsy stagger, then a frozen halt. His eyes open wide, in dis-belief of what he had encountered. Towering above was a dense canopy of the most heavenly wisteria ever to exist. It's perfect shape traversing the integrality of the realms borders, illuminating them with a soft and subtle violet hue.
Paintings hung from naught but slim air, shining of colors he had no ability to define.Unfolded books and partially pieced together puzzles cluttered the prismatic ground of what appeared like rainbow grass. Wisp memories seemed to materialize of sounds and disappear just the same. Yet there was an air of gloominess attached to everything. He nearly dropped his satchel in fault of his own physical awareness.
"Welcome, please come in and look around. I have nothing to hide."
A twee voice, near that of a child's, waved not far from the trunk. Folded and shaped perfectly, she was in virtuoso origami figure. A young woman - Sandhya cast of paper and canvas sat on knees atop a mound of ash. Astonishingly enough the engineer of this realm she was, yet she held no color. Black and white with shades of grey.
Pale. Sickly. Tired.
The ash mound smoldering her fine folds, as she isolated it in return. She was raptly focused on three opened books, and a rather large puzzle. Putting pieces of it together while lost in rusty pages.
"My dear lady, what you have constructed here I have no words to describe. Where did those colors arrive from? What name have you for such pigmentation's? And that there... Is it a dream comes to life? That's the only place I have known of such constructs. I... "
She chuckled, as dust fell from a worn face that had not practiced such a form in sometime.
"I get that a lot"
Bending down to perch close to her duality beingness, he dared her eyes, overcurious as to how they held. They shone like auroras within an anaemic canvas. Shining and radiating of all colors. She glinted at him, basking in his bewilderment, and observed his strange scent. She stopped her actions for an instant.
"Where have you come from? I sense something unique emanating from you... You have moon dust on your shoulder. Stars sparkling in your eyes. Your hands, they have held loves hips? Your breath is fragrant of ocean tides. Please, tell me of such affairs.."
"I am but a roamer discovering new lands my dear. Directionless. Seeking out shattered hearts while running from my own."
He noticed a series of pieces in front of her. Blackened and charred, half arranged together. Glistening fragments of a smashed chrystalic image. Red as a rose.
"What is that there? It resembles... "
"This is but fragments of what was once my loving heart. When it was demolished I lost some of its pieces. It will never know its form again. Her eyes unfocussed and gazed into nothing, as if looking inward, reflecting on memories within."
"May I..?"
His open ended question caught her off guard. He reached for his satchel and opened the knot. Fetching out a bag of soft velvet, containing a glass box. He unfolded it up and dumped it out. Similar fragments spilled from inside, sounding like broken glass colliding together. He cautiously dissected her pieces, and then his. Raptly focused he reached in and picked out one shard, placing it to fill a lost void of her own. She gasped as she reached down to caress the location.
"...It fits...? "
He grinned at her surprise;"I thought it would. I seem to have lost some of my pieces as well. But probably, between the two of us, we can make one together."
"It is not possible. The rest of your pieces are queerly shaped. And the missing ones cannot be substituted."
"Well, it's worth a try. I would like to see more than your eyes sparkles of the colors you create from them. After all, a hotchpotch organ is better than one with open holes all over it. It bleeds and is making a mess of this place."
She looked confused as she refused the explanation to no avail.
"Go ahead and try, It won't work. But what then of yours? There isn't enough for two."
"I'll carry my journey after my stay is finished here, purging every corner of existence and find what I seek in time. You'll remain here, but as you are now will be consumed by those clinkers. You won't be firm enough to move without that fixed up. You don't look well enough. Come now, do you like puzzles?"
It is unknown what the outcome was of their endeavor. Perhaps they still remain in that place cautiously sewing and stitching fine particles with crescent imbued thread under the great wisteria shroud. Counting stars and marinating in moonbeams while piecing together broken fragments of a necessary device.š.
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