It is a quiet feeling. Nothing made a sound, nor a movement which could break the silence. A lone creature was all that the swamp looked for. The expectant chatter of birds was nothing more than a tale; their soothing, melodic song was cut to leave the morning breeze nothing less than cold.
The clear, blue skies and its fluffy, white companion; all seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. A piece of paradise, unwittingly swallowed and reformed to become the observer. The wind cried as an endless hunger called it, never-ending until it, too, was gone.
The life. The world. It was slowly becoming a white-wash image as all the colour, all the wonder... all the radiance slowly took on the shape of a world other creature.
A creature as divine as the world, fur like clouds and eyes like a cerulean sky.
It was her world, her dream; it was all hers for the taking, even if she did not seek it.
The clear, blue skies and its fluffy, white companion; all seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. A piece of paradise, unwittingly swallowed and reformed to become the observer. The wind cried as an endless hunger called it, never-ending until it, too, was gone.
The life. The world. It was slowly becoming a white-wash image as all the colour, all the wonder... all the radiance slowly took on the shape of a world other creature.
A creature as divine as the world, fur like clouds and eyes like a cerulean sky.
It was her world, her dream; it was all hers for the taking, even if she did not seek it.
All this, but she was...
Alone.
Alone.
Like a fire, a rage consumed the air. The colourless sky darkened and a storm rolled in out of nowhere: A life that did not wish to conform. All it had to give was anger as a flash of lightning lit the sky. Unexpectedly strong winds screamed at her. Give it back. The voice could not touch her but the wind rustled angrily through her pure, feather-like locks.
Again the lightning went off, this time lighting more than the sky: a tree. A bush. It wasted no time spreading and growing rapidly until it surrounded the creature. Her pure, blue eyes glowed in the dim world. The life of what was shining brightly with fear. Was the choice wrong?
The raging fire began to consume the world with her at its center. Once again, the world consumed her.
Again the lightning went off, this time lighting more than the sky: a tree. A bush. It wasted no time spreading and growing rapidly until it surrounded the creature. Her pure, blue eyes glowed in the dim world. The life of what was shining brightly with fear. Was the choice wrong?
The raging fire began to consume the world with her at its center. Once again, the world consumed her.
