The figure takes a locket the size of a dime off of their cloak- opening it to reveal a swirling vortex, slowly sucking in the world around it. "Is this impossible? Do you deny the truth of your own senses?"
We are who we are, and if someone has a problem with that; that's their problem not ours. *** I do believe that insane is the only way to go.
Actually, I might. Senses are only a means to survive in the world, but they can be fooled. Actually, they don't represent reality at all, they are just a bunch of impulses interpreted and filtered by your brain. So no, I don't really trust my senses entirely.
One writer with one imagination makes thousands of new worlds and stories." ~ Anonymous author
A figure in a robe watches the goings on from the corner. She stands still, waiting for the right moment to appear.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
The figure finally speaks. "Sometimes the truth hurts, but not running away from reality will only make it worse when you are forced to face the truth. I should know."
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
"I'd rather not." The figure is still hooded and mysterious, with almost and eerie air about them.
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
