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Dear, dark waves
Wash away the memory.
Sink to the floor
And slowly die.
Fill my lungs with water.
Holy Water. Cast away the shadows.
Dear, dark waves.
Wash away the memory. Cleanse.
fantasy. _My college essayI reject your reality and substitute it for my own." – Adam Savage.
One might write of tragedies that they had to live through or heartache that they suffered. Some might even speak of all the wonderful things in their lives that another's existence might pale to when compared. Others could speak of how horrible their life was and how quickly they wished to end it. All I wish to write of is fantasy.
There was a child born to parents too young and unprepared to care for her. Her mother was an artist with secrets and her father was a not-so-grown adult barely finishing his schooling that he had neglected. Things were rocky for the couple for two years before it became too much for the woman—she was just barely eighteen by then—so she left the child in a basket upon the doorstep of the father. A letter written on a scrap of paper explained her reasons; she was a powerful witch with the forces of evil shadowin
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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