Singing, as though it were angels singing, fills the air of this dream, in an intoxicating combination of joy and affection. Llune floats, the ground infinitely far below here, everything represented as tiny dots below and throbbing with the beat of ecstasy.
"Oh, this is a nice one," she murmurs to herself, drifting through cool, crisp clouds that caress her features with gentle affection.
And then, below, infinitely below, there is a missed beat. There is something below, something whose heart is beating out of time, calling attention to itself, oh so very far below her. Llune strains to see through the clouds that are now tickling her toes, looking through the breaks in their continuity to the rolling green hills and forests and mountains and streams and oceans. Like streaks of sapphire the rivers streak across the shining emerald and pearly hues, as she inches downward the velvety brown of the tree trunks and fuzzy pinks and blues and yellows of flowers become apparent.
There is no way to describe the beauty of this incredible world. Llune is still so very high above the ground, floating so very effortlessly, and focusing on this missed beat, looking for the location of this incongruity below.
"Oh, this is a nice one," she murmurs to herself, drifting through cool, crisp clouds that caress her features with gentle affection.
And then, below, infinitely below, there is a missed beat. There is something below, something whose heart is beating out of time, calling attention to itself, oh so very far below her. Llune strains to see through the clouds that are now tickling her toes, looking through the breaks in their continuity to the rolling green hills and forests and mountains and streams and oceans. Like streaks of sapphire the rivers streak across the shining emerald and pearly hues, as she inches downward the velvety brown of the tree trunks and fuzzy pinks and blues and yellows of flowers become apparent.
There is no way to describe the beauty of this incredible world. Llune is still so very high above the ground, floating so very effortlessly, and focusing on this missed beat, looking for the location of this incongruity below.
