[01/14] Arrival
I have never seen this place before. Not in books, not in pictures. Not even in my dreams. It is as beautiful the dream worlds of Sheherazade's fanciful tales.
That I am dead and in heaven would be a guess, but it can not be so. I feel my heart's pulse in my breast, the fountain's cool spray against my skin. The marble statues are smooth and hard against my finger tips, and the tiles are warm beneath my feet.
And, where is my lord?
It will never be I who will leave you
That is what he said to me. He is the kindest and best of men. He would never break his word. So, how did we come to be separated? It does not matter. I must find him.
Perhaps this is someone else's paradise, but it is not my own.
That I am dead and in heaven would be a guess, but it can not be so. I feel my heart's pulse in my breast, the fountain's cool spray against my skin. The marble statues are smooth and hard against my finger tips, and the tiles are warm beneath my feet.
And, where is my lord?
It will never be I who will leave you
That is what he said to me. He is the kindest and best of men. He would never break his word. So, how did we come to be separated? It does not matter. I must find him.
Perhaps this is someone else's paradise, but it is not my own.