03-08-2016, 05:25 PM
The four stars flowed and weaved amongst each other, cycling through the night sky in a dizzying display of speed and precision. The small girl watched their flight through the blackness, and gave a laugh full of youthful exuberance. She sprinted off through the fields, bare feet pounding on the dirt as she raced softly through the long grass. She was one of those stars.
The Sage watched her run past him into the star-lit night. She was so free.
The seal of a letter, closed, brings only promise.
As he watched, she ran farther and farther, off into the night. He moved to follow her, but was unable to match her pace. She went wheeling away, and as the Sage followed, she seemed to leave the field behind and began running through the sky as well. Around him, the bulbs of plants unfurled into glowing golden flowers. The sky was now above him and below. The Sage was floating through stars and space.
Once ope'd the promise flees out into the distance.
No, he wasn't floating, he was falling. Faster and faster, the stars streaking past him, their light stinging his eyes. He was out of control, lost among the stars. A comet, errant and purposeless. A messenger of portent; a harbinger of doom.
Every footstep on the beaches, passes beyond the realm of men.
Ahead, the stars were actually the flowers of the field, and he was streaking towards the ground at incredible speed. The girl was running through the fields. He was going to smash into her. With desperation he through all his force into changing his direction. He would not hit her. Somehow, he managed to veer away at the last moment, and crashed into the field behind her.
But a word on the lips of the wise lasts until the end of all days.
He screamed out of the sky, striking directly into the small boy, that was trying to keep up with her. There was a deafening sound, and the world went black. The small white figure floated there, grinning at him. The Sage was unable to move, his body wouldn't listen. The white form grew larger, and started to laugh at him, mouth a wide, black, gaping maw. The Sage fell again, into Omni's laughing mouth.
And the leaf of a tome lasts beyond even those.
The Sage watched her run past him into the star-lit night. She was so free.
The seal of a letter, closed, brings only promise.
As he watched, she ran farther and farther, off into the night. He moved to follow her, but was unable to match her pace. She went wheeling away, and as the Sage followed, she seemed to leave the field behind and began running through the sky as well. Around him, the bulbs of plants unfurled into glowing golden flowers. The sky was now above him and below. The Sage was floating through stars and space.
Once ope'd the promise flees out into the distance.
No, he wasn't floating, he was falling. Faster and faster, the stars streaking past him, their light stinging his eyes. He was out of control, lost among the stars. A comet, errant and purposeless. A messenger of portent; a harbinger of doom.
Every footstep on the beaches, passes beyond the realm of men.
Ahead, the stars were actually the flowers of the field, and he was streaking towards the ground at incredible speed. The girl was running through the fields. He was going to smash into her. With desperation he through all his force into changing his direction. He would not hit her. Somehow, he managed to veer away at the last moment, and crashed into the field behind her.
But a word on the lips of the wise lasts until the end of all days.
He screamed out of the sky, striking directly into the small boy, that was trying to keep up with her. There was a deafening sound, and the world went black. The small white figure floated there, grinning at him. The Sage was unable to move, his body wouldn't listen. The white form grew larger, and started to laugh at him, mouth a wide, black, gaping maw. The Sage fell again, into Omni's laughing mouth.
And the leaf of a tome lasts beyond even those.
If history is to become legend, it first must be recorded.