Post by Mesmere on Dec 31, 2009 3:16:37 GMT -5
Glaciers to the north spring. Freezing the soul to the touch some say.
Lava pit to the south valley. Hot to the core others would say.
Air. There was no air. Not here.
Light. Always exists where ever there was shadow.
"Vanish," and it would all shatter away like pieces of broken glass falling to the ground. If there were ground, but there was nothing. Floating in a space of nothing. Emptiness that surrounded the witch in control at this juncture made it an inverted space. Nothing fit everything and everything fit nothing. That is fact yet identical to fiction.
The witch donned a porcelain face that placed details in crimson tears. In this realm of existence she visibly ruled, as none of her creations disobeyed. By her side laid a rapier, the golden framed wires enveloping the hand that commanded the tool. Upon the other side, an archaic book tattered from spine to leather cover. Unnaturally neutral and by nature chaotic in frivolous guidance.
Lava pit to the south valley. Hot to the core others would say.
Air. There was no air. Not here.
Light. Always exists where ever there was shadow.
"Vanish," and it would all shatter away like pieces of broken glass falling to the ground. If there were ground, but there was nothing. Floating in a space of nothing. Emptiness that surrounded the witch in control at this juncture made it an inverted space. Nothing fit everything and everything fit nothing. That is fact yet identical to fiction.
The witch donned a porcelain face that placed details in crimson tears. In this realm of existence she visibly ruled, as none of her creations disobeyed. By her side laid a rapier, the golden framed wires enveloping the hand that commanded the tool. Upon the other side, an archaic book tattered from spine to leather cover. Unnaturally neutral and by nature chaotic in frivolous guidance.
