From within the depths of the vase, something stirs. A whisper, inaudible above the puffs of wind as feathers fly out the top. A whirlwind of movement, blowing feathers in circles around the tiny form within the vase, silent. Whispers, snatches of sounds, make it inside and fall on unhearing ears.
Silence.
But life.
Is it the feathers that are moving? Or is there something more? Perhaps the body within? Or is that nothing more than the imagination of a hopeful?
Time alone will tell.
Silence.
But life.
Is it the feathers that are moving? Or is there something more? Perhaps the body within? Or is that nothing more than the imagination of a hopeful?
Time alone will tell.
A form, an essence, an aura ... invisible to closed eyelids but visible in the mind.
Someone approaches.
Who is it? He? She? Why are they coming? What are they doing?
A limb, raised, poised. Something at the tip.
It's dropped.
And suddenly ... it's there. Beside her.
The feathers slow their whirling, searching for a new path around this new obstacle. Their flow wavers, they find a new path, they go on, faster, agitated.
Sleeping? Or waking? She sees nothing, but many things.
And this.
The colours are not visible to her closed eyes, but the form - the shape, the feel, the expression - all are clear in her foggy mind.
What is it?
She doesn't know, but somehow she finds it comforting.
Someone approaches.
Who is it? He? She? Why are they coming? What are they doing?
A limb, raised, poised. Something at the tip.
It's dropped.
And suddenly ... it's there. Beside her.
The feathers slow their whirling, searching for a new path around this new obstacle. Their flow wavers, they find a new path, they go on, faster, agitated.
Sleeping? Or waking? She sees nothing, but many things.
And this.
The colours are not visible to her closed eyes, but the form - the shape, the feel, the expression - all are clear in her foggy mind.
What is it?
She doesn't know, but somehow she finds it comforting.
Another disturbance. Shortly after the first. This one is more active, there is more energy behind it. Vibrations. What are those?
Another outstretched limb. Shorter than the first. Much shorter.
And something else falls within the depths of the vase. The feathers flutter their distress, slow, speed up, move on.
Again a colourless shape ...
Interesting.
Comforting.
Apparently there is a world to be explored.
Soon ...
Another outstretched limb. Shorter than the first. Much shorter.
And something else falls within the depths of the vase. The feathers flutter their distress, slow, speed up, move on.
Again a colourless shape ...
Interesting.
Comforting.
Apparently there is a world to be explored.
Soon ...
