.oo2 «[Dream] Watercolor

[usas_aurora]

A table

An easel

Watercolor paper.

A feminine hand and a horsehair brush, streaking colors and blending shapes.

Eventually the brush is discarded in favor of fingers and the shapes seem to move about as they're created.

Comments

[usas_aurora]

Paintings...?

I... believe so.

[usas_aurora]

...

Thank you.

[usas_aurora]

I am Jinana of the Maribel Tribe.

[usas_aurora]

I was Leader of my tribe, as Harley had been for his. The Embryon are allies of the Maribel, my comrades.

[usas_aurora]

His situation was unfortunate. His fear was his downfall, so he was never given the opportunity to learn what fate befell the people of the Junkyard.

[usas_aurora]

The Dissemination Machine called all the tribe leaders to the temple where we were told that we had been granted the power of the Atma. The new law stated that we must devour our enemies in order to reach Nirvana. What happened that day on the battlefield was no ones fault.

Many of my tribe had lost themselves as well. They suffered and died because until then, no one understood what was happening to us.

[usas_aurora]

I defied it, and payed the price in the end.

[usas_aurora]

I did not eat my comrades, but I did not eat my enemies either. I was selfish and it cost my life and the lives and safety of those in my tribe.