(Rose)
Once upon a ti,
There was a princess in a shaful marriage.
She prayed the earth and the sky, spirits of stones and angels in light.
As her house so high, was falling to shade, and alone in the inks of a night.
The walls darken, the windows ashen and the household becoming night.
While the outside sky remained bright.
The princess awoke god deep beneath the sky, so deep beneath the skies.
And the soon to be bride escaped her fate by having god change the era of ti, and bring its judgent sooner upon the world.
The princess was freed from her cage but not from life.
Her castle flew away, sunken in the sea of light beside the skies. It sank upside down toward the stars.
Shades disappeared and Earth was turned upside down also by god.
What was above went below, what was light beca night, and nothing remained as it was.
Neither ti, nor life, nor light, nor death, nor love, nor the princess, now without heirloom nor na.
The princess survived, only surprised that one of her childish, selfish prayer had co true.
Who would have expected a selfish and vain daydream wish to co true?
Still gentle and kind, despite what she had brought of her mind, she looked to help people from what she had caused.
The eyes of gods now wide were all around the world, looking acutely and silently at all that happened under dayti.
But the altruistic princess had unwillingly lost her shadow instead of her mind.
While she ventured into the new kingdom of god to help the survivors of the changes she had brought ashore.
After what she had asked god for.
While she was kindly going to help and walking under the gleam, far above its gaze, her lost shadow ventured in the other way and upturned world.
Split between glow and dim, she herself remained kind.
But her liberated shade, new-born shadow of herself, was evil and mad.
She was in the mirror of herself, only backward in ti.
She wanted the sa holds and greed, but the other way around in ti.
The shade wanted death to return to life, and life to return to nothingness.
She wanted her real self to return ho, and for light to return to the stars.
She wanted the world to return to the past chaos, and for god to die.
She wanted more than its sleep, for she was evil inside.
And the shade ventured through the world at night, always avoiding the open eyes.
And while the kind princess helped poor souls, she was bringing an end to all others.
While the repentant princess gave herself entirely to the needy, the shadow was eating more humans to grow stronger.
And while the gentle princess forgave god for its outrageous violence, the shadow did not.
While the princess built a new castle of light to house in all, the shade was digging their graves on the other side.
And so their life went on, until the shadow faced god.
The princess was asleep that night, the shadow was alive.
Fighting then, trying to change the world, not through prayers and wishes in sighs, but with her own hands and cries.
The princess realised too late what her shadow had done, as the world began to crumble once more.
Once again, an echo of history took her house away in the sky.
She lost her house and marriage. The world was changing again as god died.
She had lost her house of night with its life, and now lost her house of light with its demise.
The great waves of ti left her alone again, in a world empty and vain.
Light returned to the sun, and shades reappeared everywhere in the world which had lost them.
When the victorious yet dying shadow of the princess returned, it was the sa.
A new shade replaced naturally the lost one by the side of the princess as light returned to its past self.
And so the shade had her heart broken, as she had lost her ho too, now twisted between past night and lost light.
But the gentle princess was not sad to see her, she was glad.
And the sad shade returned to cheerful arms.
And thus the cycle was completed but broken, and the princess found a chance to build a new ho in the world, now devoid of god and halfway subrged in both light and night.
She would build her new house with both day and night. And thus the marriage between herself and her own life beca truly happy.
Until the end of her life and vanity.
When she would beco another shade, and then vanish in the forgotten tis.
Once upon a ti, will be a princess of light, with a gentle shadow by her side...
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B - What do you think of it?
R - You’re definitely better than ... I can sort of see references to and Licht in your story... But what was this thing about marriage? Not that it’s the weirdest part. It’s just the only thing that I kind of understood actually, and don’t get it.
B - It’s from . I grew up feeling like you were going to marry and leave at so point.
R - I... didn’t need to marry. Even our father told so one ti.
B - Why?
R - Because I already had the family I wanted to live with.
Mostly that anyway...
B - You are such a kind princess...
R - Don’t call that... I wouldn’t like to call you my shadow.
B - Of course. Because you’re too kind for that.
Sothing gets fuzzy in my head.
I can’t follow her logic. Her stories don’t make sense to , if she’s trying to have any. But I still enjoy them like reveries I try to find the anings of after waking up and before they fade. There’s a taste on my tongue from them.
But still...
R - You like to play , don’t you Bleue?
B - Of course. It’s fun.
R - Goodness... Well, Blu did that too. But I was able to follow her.
B - Then I will follow you instead. And I love you more than her.
R - Wha... Are you jealous, Bleue?
B - Maybe a little. You spent and shared so much with her. I wish it all had been with .
R - Hm... I don’t think I would say the sa honestly. So parts yes, but maybe not everything. Though I’m happy to be with you and to travel you anyway!
B - Even if I tell you more of my weird stories as I make them up?
R - Well yes. I’m always either puzzled or simply impressed with your stories. They’re a part of why I am srized by you. I’ve always been fond of your tales...
She went agape a little. Now I feel embarrassed.
She’s blushing and looking away.
B - There will be more them. As our world is, more stories will co to be.
But what happens next will be for another ti she says, wishing good night.
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