firelight
she was leaning against the trunk of the great elm tree, resting in cool shade dappled with warm sunlight. she looked calm. too calm. she knew what was coming for her. she knew exactly how this would play out. and yet she closed her eyes, smiled, and let out a sound that almost sounded like contentment.
there was something special about this grove. the moonlight shone in threads, glinting silver off glossy leaves. these trees were old. there was history here. there was belonging. there was purpose. and sometimes, when the wrong person wandered in, there was cruelty and spite and the ghosts of time came out to play.
the gauze was white and almost wispy against her skin. it wrapped tightly around her wrist, only a faint hint of red showing through. a stain on her purity, like everything else. always the failure, always the mistake. always and forever the irredeemable one.
it was all just kindling for the fire. they watched as the flames covered the tinder, the sticks and paper, drinking up the gasoline and licking their way up. up, up, up. there was no turning back now. this was the end they chose.
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.
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