I've Never Seen Anything So Beautiful...

This anecdote is not for those who have a thirst that cannot be quenched 'til they comprehend the inner-workings of time and space. This is not necessarily shared in hopes that anyone will understand it, nor is it a death's whisper. I'm not sure if I understand it, however, if anyone else has a deluge of enlightenment, the weather has been quite arid as of late...


An early evening just on the edge of dusk was settling on the day like a sea of down. The air was alive with heat and electricity all throughout the clouds. As lightning snapped upon the frozen and marble stones there was a rush of symphonic vibrations within them. Gaia smiled affectionately upon the scheme of such simple yet spontaneous gems. Gemstones that wore the mantle of nobility and were polished to glow. If one were to probe further into the activities they would view a multitude of random events that happen so perfectly in tune with each other it was as though Fate was weaving a loom with their very wavelengths. It was as though the very air causing them to shake and shudder about was actually causing them to combine. Soft whispers caused small reactions that seemed to let on as though they knew more than anyone thought.

The stones danced about in a delicate and shimmering web of everything that was Hope. Almost as quickly as one of them moved the other would follow, almost as if the very heavenly bodies magnetized their auras. They scattered across an invisible plain of swirling dust and then cacophony ensued. Splashes of crimson mixed in with shades of silver and black. All the while, vibrating to a beat that wouldn't bend or decrease. The tempo seemed to speed up while the surroundings changed from the cold concrete reflections on the marble and glass to a wave of blue. A wisp of sulfur drifted up from the tiles and sand, and a union of thoughts were transferred from Soul to Soul. A union of unknown possibilities and acceptable Fear wafted through a forest covered in moss.

As the dawn drew across the sky a series of figures that were neither smoke nor sunshine, a new theory had materialized. A variation on any unborn process linking together Love and the impossible. Time stopped shooting the fragments off into a spacial distortion which curved the vibrations they carried into molds that shaped mountains. In a reversal of fortune, the once famous symphony turned to a few notes scribbled upon a sheet of old parchment from a novice conductor for guidance. A spectacular cloud of rain, dark and ominous, soaked the stone until there was nothing but the early morning dusk and the frozen expanse where heartstrings were plucked by harpies. A bright flash of light skewed the horizon with the promise of hinged Delirium cascading into the Hope for lightning once again.