[July Challenge] Reallusion
originally posted in simhaven hereand pictures only in simgenix here. I like symbolism so there's a fair bit in this picture story. The simhaven link has a short explanation in the comments.
GENRE: Fantasy/Psychological
WORDCOUNT: 404
WARNINGS: 22 images, I think. Same amount for simgenix, I just added them up wrongly for that post.
SUMMARY: He was the only light he saw.
He was in a world above his own
Draped in robes of riches, of glittering gold
Crowned with the weight of a sea of expectations
He was the only light he saw
When I’m here, everything is silently still and pleasantly silent.
No solemn faces foreboding ill news to greet.
No sea of scrabbling familiar strangers to meet.
There isn’t much to see around but me.
I guess I’ll bask here a little longer, in my light and tinkling sweet notes of…
What? Notes? Sounds? An intruder? How dare they-? Guards!
A vision engulfed my sight, at the corner of my eyes.
A lady sat ahead, stroking the erhu’s strings, rather viciously I thought.
I hold no praise for any lower than me, and here all are lower than me.
I could easily shut her out, shred her to pieces, make as though nothing had happened.
But.
It was curiosity, really.
[How irritating that I had to climb UP to get to her.]
“Hey.” I said sharply. “Hey you-“
She almost toppled out of her seat, but gathered herself and stared rather woefully at me.
And stared.
And stared.
And it seemed by reluctant agreement I sat in the chair prepared for me, as she played her piece.
The same sickeningly sweet piece, which I now found sad. Why? It must be Selene’s* bewitching light.
Her expression never changed. The melancholic notes complimented her woeful face.
It seemed part of her as they glimmered as she beckoned at me.
Beckoned at me? Curiouser and curiouser.
Get back. Turn back. You shouldn’t be here.
Strange.
That sounded like my voice, but I don’t think I’d say that to myself without knowing I said that to myself.
Please. Return to yourself. There’s still hope if you realize what you’ve been doing wrong. Don’t come here. Not a step more.
I’ve never done anything wrong, I thought.
And with that unspoken thought, she was- I don’t believe this- began… disintegrating. How? Disregarding what she had said, I took a step towards her.
And then.
Falling,
falling,
falling back to the place I knew.
But it seemed more sinister, stank of stale hope and stagnant dreams, no longer the place I thought I knew.
Where’s my throne?
In Pride lies Loneliness
In Loneliness lies Pride
Be you a lonely king of people
Or the proud king of your mind
The reality you perceive
Can easily have you deceived
~*~
*Selene - referring to the Goddess of the Full Moon. (allusion, and all that.)
GENRE: Fantasy/Psychological
WORDCOUNT: 404
WARNINGS: 22 images, I think. Same amount for simgenix, I just added them up wrongly for that post.
SUMMARY: He was the only light he saw.
He was in a world above his own
Draped in robes of riches, of glittering gold
Crowned with the weight of a sea of expectations
He was the only light he saw
When I’m here, everything is silently still and pleasantly silent.
No solemn faces foreboding ill news to greet.
No sea of scrabbling familiar strangers to meet.
There isn’t much to see around but me.
I guess I’ll bask here a little longer, in my light and tinkling sweet notes of…
What? Notes? Sounds? An intruder? How dare they-? Guards!
A vision engulfed my sight, at the corner of my eyes.
A lady sat ahead, stroking the erhu’s strings, rather viciously I thought.
I hold no praise for any lower than me, and here all are lower than me.
I could easily shut her out, shred her to pieces, make as though nothing had happened.
But.
It was curiosity, really.
[How irritating that I had to climb UP to get to her.]
“Hey.” I said sharply. “Hey you-“
She almost toppled out of her seat, but gathered herself and stared rather woefully at me.
And stared.
And stared.
And it seemed by reluctant agreement I sat in the chair prepared for me, as she played her piece.
The same sickeningly sweet piece, which I now found sad. Why? It must be Selene’s* bewitching light.
Her expression never changed. The melancholic notes complimented her woeful face.
It seemed part of her as they glimmered as she beckoned at me.
Beckoned at me? Curiouser and curiouser.
Get back. Turn back. You shouldn’t be here.
Strange.
That sounded like my voice, but I don’t think I’d say that to myself without knowing I said that to myself.
Please. Return to yourself. There’s still hope if you realize what you’ve been doing wrong. Don’t come here. Not a step more.
I’ve never done anything wrong, I thought.
And with that unspoken thought, she was- I don’t believe this- began… disintegrating. How? Disregarding what she had said, I took a step towards her.
And then.
Falling,
falling,
falling back to the place I knew.
But it seemed more sinister, stank of stale hope and stagnant dreams, no longer the place I thought I knew.
Where’s my throne?
In Pride lies Loneliness
In Loneliness lies Pride
Be you a lonely king of people
Or the proud king of your mind
The reality you perceive
Can easily have you deceived
~*~
*Selene - referring to the Goddess of the Full Moon. (allusion, and all that.)