ooc ★ snow globe information ★ sirenspull
It starts like this:
There's an alley. Dark, dank, and there's a bit of snow falling into the empty street, onto the filthy, dirty blanket.
The scenery changes, when someone shakes the globe. It shifts into an old, withered husk of a forest, and there's nothing there but dead, mutilated bodies and a rain shower of fresh blood. It doesn't seem to end.
The scenery changes, again, dissolving into an opulent dining room, gilded with gold and shadowed with red-cloaked figures. The table is empty save for a wine spill, the apparitions liquid and transparent.
The scenery changes, shattering, into a bright, lifeless coliseum of flora and stone, marked by marble angels guarding a grave. There are fresh flowers before the name on the stone.
The scenery changes, one more time, and there's the circular room of a pampered, protected girl, lined with dolls and finery - anything a fairytale could provide. In the middle of the porcelain and velvet, roses and tea, there's a large, slowly spreading bloodstain, and there's a pair of silver scissors in the middle of it, reflecting blood.
There's an alley. Dark, dank, and there's a bit of snow falling into the empty street, onto the filthy, dirty blanket.
The scenery changes, when someone shakes the globe. It shifts into an old, withered husk of a forest, and there's nothing there but dead, mutilated bodies and a rain shower of fresh blood. It doesn't seem to end.
The scenery changes, again, dissolving into an opulent dining room, gilded with gold and shadowed with red-cloaked figures. The table is empty save for a wine spill, the apparitions liquid and transparent.
The scenery changes, shattering, into a bright, lifeless coliseum of flora and stone, marked by marble angels guarding a grave. There are fresh flowers before the name on the stone.
The scenery changes, one more time, and there's the circular room of a pampered, protected girl, lined with dolls and finery - anything a fairytale could provide. In the middle of the porcelain and velvet, roses and tea, there's a large, slowly spreading bloodstain, and there's a pair of silver scissors in the middle of it, reflecting blood.
