firelight
the fire burned hot tonight, the flames glowing blue. the air was still choked with black smoke but the soot that covered the land was absent now. there was nothing left to cover. the land had finally burned itself clean and the world was pure once again.
it was a clear, sunny day. soft light fell through her window and she looked up at a cloudless sky, blue as his eyes. those eyes that could unwind her with a single glace. the eyes that she would never see again.
spinning around the sun, dancing through a galaxy of stars and rocks and debris, the alien planet moved as if to its own music. who needed a steady orbit when you had the whole universe at your command? at your mercy?
it was such a small thing, this little rock in her hands. barely the size of her thumbnail, yet the potential it possessed was staggering. the sunlight reflected light as stunning as a rainbow, and the energy that poured out was black as night.
it was shining in the sunlight, surrounded by a soft glow that seemed to emanate from the jewel itself. it was gold, yes, but not that kind of gold. it shone with its own mystery, it gleamed with its secrets, and its lies were worth more than anything real gold could buy.
the angles were sharp and precise, each side shimmering in the warm light. it gave off its own energy, each flash of colour lighting up the room in ways the sun never could. it represented joy, it represented love, but most of all, it represented hope.
word salad. that was the only term that could possibly describe the mess that was coming out of his mouth. it encompassed the chaos and disorder. but as he rambled his words grew less and less intelligible, and did it seem like he was chanting?
the fox was staring with grave intensity, a born killer stalking its prey. she was not a gentle creature and never would be. she had kits to protect. they were born wrong, on the day she lost her soul.
she was folding the linen carefully. not a crease, not a stain. absolutely pristine. they had to be, or she would lose everything. perfection was a requirement, not a goal. but where else could she go? who could be kinder? they offer her the world, at the expense of her life.
the item was of significant value, or so they told her at the shop. it was ancient, a true antique treasure, and rare. it could be worth hundreds, or thousands, or merely pennies with the right buyer. the pennies, those were coins that could be trusted. only as worthless as this antique junk.
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