.ooo ☈ prelude for the straying stars;
At first, she couldn't see or hear a thing. She tried to open her eyes, but the light was too strong. Then, a voice.
"--lin!"
A man pointed to the the figure that was sitting between her and the sun. A woman in a palanquin, dark hair, golden eyes; a beauty that could take her breath away. A goddess.
"Do you see her? She's--" The palanquin moved, the light was too strong again. The woman wasn't keeping her in her shadow anymore.
Then, in another time and place, Lin was running. No, she wasn't runnng, she was chasing someone. She was sure she was speaking, shouting even, but couldn't hear her own voice. And there she was, the gorgeous woman whose beauty could compete with the sun. But this time, she wasn't sitting down, a princess in her purplish clothes. She was throwing daggers at her.
They were fighting, they were enemies. A kick to her chest, a soaring pain that forced her to her knees.
The place changed again. This time, she could see and hear clearly.
Only to hear the silence. Still on her knees, alone in a room, she hid her face in her hands, her cheeks wet. It felt like a habit, like something she had done a thousand times: standing up, shaking her head, wiping away the tears, it all felt so familiar, so natural. Then, she lay down, forcing herself to get some sleep.
Even the quiet chirping of the crickets was enough to keep her awake.
"--lin!"
A man pointed to the the figure that was sitting between her and the sun. A woman in a palanquin, dark hair, golden eyes; a beauty that could take her breath away. A goddess.
"Do you see her? She's--" The palanquin moved, the light was too strong again. The woman wasn't keeping her in her shadow anymore.
Then, in another time and place, Lin was running. No, she wasn't runnng, she was chasing someone. She was sure she was speaking, shouting even, but couldn't hear her own voice. And there she was, the gorgeous woman whose beauty could compete with the sun. But this time, she wasn't sitting down, a princess in her purplish clothes. She was throwing daggers at her.
They were fighting, they were enemies. A kick to her chest, a soaring pain that forced her to her knees.
The place changed again. This time, she could see and hear clearly.
Only to hear the silence. Still on her knees, alone in a room, she hid her face in her hands, her cheeks wet. It felt like a habit, like something she had done a thousand times: standing up, shaking her head, wiping away the tears, it all felt so familiar, so natural. Then, she lay down, forcing herself to get some sleep.
Even the quiet chirping of the crickets was enough to keep her awake.