Scene Ideas #78 - #131
#78
You awaken, now as a cockroach. You question aloud, “where am I?” You kept your voice, but know not how you can speak it, for you lack the vocal cords to even do so. Perhaps it was said in your mind?
You are on a wooden table in a very dimly lit room; the only light being directly above the table, the rest of the room enshrouded in darkness. You can’t even see the walls of the room, you don’t know how big the room even is, or if you’re in a room. What is this place?
You go to look over the edge, but are scared to jump; the table seems to be infinitely tall, extending down into the void below. Suddenly, you are taken aback.
Two ginormous humanoid figures appear at either side of the table. They grin, smiling down at you; only their teeth are visible, the rest is shadow. They reach up over the table with a single arm; both hold within their hand a magnifying glass of some kind. Before you know it, they begin using them to scorch your flesh.
“AAAAAAUGGHHHHH, OH MY GOD. PLEASE. PLEASE STOP.”
They cannot hear your voice.
“WHY?!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?”
They continue; the burning sensation crippling your flow of thought, emanating all throughout your body.
In the blistering pain, you manage to muster one more concrete thought, “If I don’t get out of here, they’ll burn me to ashes within seconds!”
You scatter, running for the ledge as it seems to be your only means of escape. In a leap of faith, you jump down into the black abyss.
Falling, falling, and falling. You escaped the scorching for now, but now must brace for whatever comes next (if you are to ever reach the bottom). You fall for what feels like hours, until…
You land on a table, identical to the one before. The two figures have been waiting for you to arrive, so they may now continue their inspection.
The psychological torture of the situation ravages your mind; and as calmly, and indifferently as they had done before, they raise the magnifying glasses once more.
#79
The tar pit, in the middle of the wasteland. No vultures or any other wildlife are there; you’re just left slowly sinking and stuck in the muck, alone.
#80
lose me; petals stuck in your grip, release me to the wind, so time may carry my ashes to a different day
#81
the world birthed me, broke me, rebirthed me, and broke me again - when do I get out of this sarcophagus?
#82
surrounded by the mob, they open their mouths and spikes grow out towards me in the center, a giant mouth laughing and hovering above speaking but without sound only mouthing the words - overwhelming noise and chatter it feels like static at max volume there’s so much being said - until, I close my eyes, and tell myself; “it’s all gonna be ok.”
#83
“-And when I’m like this nobody wants me around.” “I have to be perfect or nobody wants me.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true.”
“How could it be, when I still want you now?”
“You don’t want me.”
“Of course I do. I could never stop wanting to be next to you, to be with you. You’re all I ever think about….
I need you. Please.”
“…….”
“……….”
“…Meet me at the bench in 5, k?”
“Wanna walk together?”
“….Yeah. That’d be great; sure.”
#84
“Drown the summer, burn the beach.” https://open.spotify.com/track/2grtUGCMfxqK43lqRtkrBW
#85
“like dying in the sun.”
A vortex pours out from the center star, out to the cosmos, being slowly drained of all its energy as it fades to nothing - one last dance, shedding off itself like tears. https://open.spotify.com/track/6Bmgo9pvPcx2qedb1ZUhrv
#86
She looked up from the ground with a shocked expression painting her face; she looked to the other, and then to me, and said, “We are all neurons… neurons, in the brain of God, everything is; the brain experiencing itself, just like we do as individual tinier brains… I guess one could say.”
#87
I couldn’t keep up with them, as they were in full sprint to the cliffside.
In a minute or two of arduous jogging down the trail and up the hill, I greeted them with heavy breaths and grunts, tired as hell.
Before I could catch my breath, I couldn’t help but notice the radiant look on their face; a smile with no fear weighing it down, the sunlight glistening in their eyes, as they looked out to the sea - daydreaming as large and wide as its infinite horizon.
“I wish to experience all of my potential; my dreams coming true,” they said to me, “If we’re all woven with infinite potential, doesn’t that mean we’ve each got infinity waiting right there for us?”
A breeze passed across the rocky cliffside, in our shared moment of silence.
“…I just gotta seize it, and I know I can do it; all the good I want to see in the world, alongside so many other warriors of Love seizing our potentials, for we all have it inside of us. The most confident, wise, and loving version of ourself is just waiting to be born, waiting for us to let the stranger out of the mold.”
The waves crashed against the rocks below, before being pulled out to sea.
“We are all that change we seek in the world brought to life, but it’s up to us whether we make our dreams come true - no one else can walk it for us.”
Seagulls flew overhead, the sun casting soft shadows onto the grass.
“I will bring Love, with all my heart, for all the hearts of the world. No more hurt, no more fear, no more hate, and no one left behind. I will do everything I can, to help the world and all its creatures.”
They turned to face me, their smile even warmer, and with entire universes in their eyes.
“…Wanna help me, Five?”
It all had caught me completely off guard, but it had touched my core.
“…To save the world? Is that what you mean?” I asked.
They smiled an even brighter smile, knowing that I already knew exactly what they meant.
I paused for a moment, looked up to the clouds above as if they’d answer it for me, took a long breath in, and exhaled a longer one out.
I wanted to seize my potential.
I turned back to them, and gave a small nod in response.
With both fear and excitement dancing around in my chest, I was up for the challenge of saving the world.
And soon enough, I was right there beside them, looking out to the marvelous sea, noticing the infinite horizon behind my own pair of eyes - with that epiphany, I suddenly felt a more blissful tenderness and warmth of the sun’s rays, comforting me in that moment in a way I had never quite felt before.
The wind blew, the grass danced, the waves followed along with one another, and for just a small piece of infinity, we were eternal in that sunshine.
I can still feel it now; able to feel that warmth in any place, on any day. It just takes a little bit of witnessing myself; my infinite sea. https://open.spotify.com/track/0RJAkgWmmgPCfTrV2fIUcn
#88
A world similar to earth but hundreds if not perhaps thousands to millions of times larger than our planet - maybe even imagine a planet that was the size of the universe; one single planet, multiple stars that come and go and some people won’t see again for thousands of years, stars of all colors, and orbit around the planet in an alternate universe with the physics to permit such a phenomenon to occur - in our universe gravity wouldn’t even allow such a thing to form without turning into a black hole under all that pressure - but it’s a fascinating dreamlike concept to imagine for sure
#89
“Losing the lover, the love, the love, my love, why’d you lose the lover, my love?”
#90
“The thundercloud used to visit me; we would dance and dance together in the sky… but those days are gone, now, for the summer and its drought robbed us of the water, and so with it, it has taken my clouds, my lightning, my rain, and left my sky barren. When will he come to visit me again? I miss them dearly.” Dancing in the thundercloud
#91
Echoes from across the canyon The persona and the self Myself, yourself, us Dressing as each other
Two planets in orbit Drawn together by nature But where is the sun? Pulling, pulling, locked in your gaze
Our gravity keeps me reminding Reminding, reminding of you For I can hear your voice in my ears Echoing, echoing, Echoes from across the canyon
#92
I hold the paper, the pen, firmly - the ink spews and the paper crumbles - but not out of anger but out of desperation - the anchor is pulling my arms along with the ship, but I am left drowning in the splashing waves trailing behind the caravan; “please don’t forget the sun,” the passengers call to me, standing at the back end of the ship - I try so hard to catch up, but it is so hard to swim with all this weight; for another life I had wings, for another life I had gills, for another life I had no anchor, but in this one I am held down; but with them, I have a chance to break them, and do something the other lives had no opportunity to do - to set myself free from my own imprisonment, and to join the party upon the boat, and to run to the front in glee as we sail towards a new day above and across the glass ocean.
#93
XCIII -!- 0x53 -!- 0b1011101 -!-
Looking out into the all black void, you can hear a single bird calling, perhaps in a tree shrouded in the dark, but there is no fear in the little bird, and the viewer is perplexed - the bird is right on the other side of their senses, right on the other side of this wall
#94
“The castle can speak.”
“…What?”
What was this person talking about? I merely approached them to ask for directions and they-
“It knows you, and sees you here now.”
Ok. They must have COMPLETELY lost it.
“I… think I’m gonna go now-“
“WAIT.”
Their voice struck the air like lightning; its thunder echoing across the zone dozens of times. The wind, as if sentient, picked up fiercely, before letting itself back down.
“We don’t go that way no more.”
“What way? …Back where I came from?” I asked, hesitantly.
“This place only allows one to take a certain direction down each path; if you fail to meet its demands, uphold its axioms, you will be melted to the floor and joined in with the rock and dirt of the realm for eternity. A new piece of the sentient land.”
Silence spilled, and covered the wind; you could only hear tiny, distant sounds of the occasional twig snapping. The air felt cold. The sky felt fake.
“This is why you must speak to the castle at once. It knows the trail, to get to where you are wishing to go.”
My eyes felt like they were shaking in my skull as I stared into the shadow beneath their hood, where I believed their eyes to be; it hadn’t occurred to me until now how quick my heart was racing. Is it true that I will die if I take a single wrong step?? How am I even going to get to the castle if I might take a wrong step and get merged with the fucking floor??? How did I even get this far into the zone??!?
I felt like I was being squeezed like a sponge from all directions; my blood about to come out through my pores.
Gulping, swallowing my saliva; it felt like 50 tons down on its way to my stomach. I attempted to try and speak.
“Do… do you know which way is the castle?”
The figure sat in the silence for what felt like minutes, before slowly standing up, looking to the sky, and then to their right. From under their cloak, they extended a long, grey arm out to where they faced, and pointed.
“There.”
They recoiled their finger, and then their arm, before turning and slowly sitting right back down. They inched their head to face my gaze, and spoke one last message.
“Follow the lacewings.”
I grabbed the two shoulder straps from my backpack, ready to test my fate. And despite my body feeling half paralyzed, I could muster just a couple more words.
“…Thank you.”
I looked to my left, and began walking.
#95
“Will the computer love the sunset?” ~P-13R https://open.spotify.com/track/726XXrM8lFqLswQ0i7zLxW
#96
What a sight it is to see at all, a sound to hear at all, a sensation to feel at all
#97
Driving in what appears to be a car of some kind, the Psyberknight rides into a lightning storm during the dead of night. Crackling bolts shatter the sky and its clouds, again and again. The harsh rain hasn’t stopped for days.
The Knight cannot see farther than just a few feet in front of them as they drive through such horrible conditions. They drive out of an abandoned city, through fields of golden grass, up and over a few hills, until… They see it; the ██████████ ████.
Lightning strikes; the storm’s largest bolt so far tearing across the sky, splitting itself a few dozen times.
To the left atop the largest hill sits a tower with bright red lights piercing through the fog; a few bases along the hill, both left and right of the long road, and down in the valley with even more lights.
But what the Knight is after, is still across this hill, but to get to it, they will need to make it through this area. Normally one would take the time necessary to infiltrate such a place, to remain unseen; but the Knight doesn’t have that time, not anymore.
Lightning strikes again.
2 hours; that’s about all that’s left before they gain control over Null, and can tear reality apart as they please.
No one should have that kind of power.
And so, the Knight presses onwards, one hand over the wheel, and the other resting on the center console; they look to the passenger seat, eyeing their blade, ready to grab it at a moment’s notice.
Charging into the storm, they ride into inferno. (Inspiration: Listening to https://open.spotify.com/track/0QSQzax8cxuQDCX2JbHl9A while driving down the freeway alone; nearly identical sight I saw myself to scene described)
#98
“-And in the end, everyone goes away, and the curtains close.”
“Until the next play starts, right Zirkzi?”
“..Something like that. The show of shows forever goes on, and on… and on. The closing of the curtains is still an act being acted out, a performance; there are no true ends to performances, for the ends are but more performances, and their ends being even more, and so forth ad infinitum. States evolving, colors dancing, and plays acting out with no necessity for a director to still play out on the stage… perhaps it makes it even more enigmatic, to be without any writers, actors, or directors, or perhaps all of them on its own in a way. May the breathless voice speak through the meadows, wrapped in velvet, and pour its weightless oceans of infinite qualia through Psykhe, and complete the perfect circle for its 0th and infinite iteration simultaneously.”
#99
“What’s the Clock say now?”
“Oh - A one past the ‘55 it would seem”
“Fuck. We’re too late then… the ribbons have already left, and taken themselves up into space. When will they be back for second trips?”
“Uhm…. A couple weeks, I’d say. Time we might not really have.”
“You said it.”
They glance up at the oddly shaped clouds, surrounding the stars.
“Sighhhhh, well, do you know of any other ways to get to the Caela zone of New Realm, preferably before it tears itself apart into pure fuckin’ nothingness?”
“…I don’t for sure… But, there is a feller I know who could maybe help us out…” (Side Lore: The Clock adjusts automatically to each particular Zone of New Realm; time flows differently in each Zone, and the Clock tries its best to account for the difference to maintain a universal “Time,” despite the exaggerated relative time dilation some zones offer)
#100
Reaching through the webbed mesh of the noösphere, it can feel the direct thoughts of the Lower-Dimensional Psykhe. This entity, able to hold space across multiple planes of reality, typically cannot be seen by those restricted to 3 spatial dimensions (and a single temporal dimension). The language “spoken” by them is in fact their unique warping of time; like how we manipulate space to draw letters, words, sentences onto paper, they “write” onto the fabric of time, and perhaps including dimensions beyond our comprehension. Thankfully, this one is friendly, as are essentially most of the higher dimensional beings… unfortunately, many of them perished in the birth of the New Realm; the higher dimensions were the first to go, as Mandala continues to crumble down and down towards singularity, and then to null.
#101
“-The unknown unknowns, have you forgotten already?”
“No, I have not forgotten.”
“There are far more than just mere spatial, temporal dimensions. Far more than the base units, the archetypes permitting our existence. Do you not see? The canvas extends outwards, inwards, upwards, and downwards, each and every possible direction in each and every infinitesimal way. The roots are dynamic and changing, too, I’ll have you know…”
“…And what are we to do about it?”
“The same as we always have done; to continue to be, and thus to forever have been, the same as it all… and, to embrace our undying, inevitable change. Perhaps the only 2 things that connects all within Mandala. But perhaps within that sits but another unknown unknown; and that only adds more to the beauty, in realizing we can only know that we know nothing; to forever guess, and refine that guess. That is our wonderful way as Psykhe.”
#102
“Let’s grab that Purple!!”
“What?! What are you even saying, that’s just pure nonsense, you can’t just-“
(The Psykhe attempts to grab from the wall of the dungeon a purple ball of light; after performing a scooping motion to try and pick it up, it appears to have instantly disappeared, as if it wasn’t there to begin with…)
“Ok, well I tried to tell you; you can’t just grab LIGHT itself, goofball.”
(A deep, low rumble radiates through the air as light refracts, space warping with its waves; the higher dimensional being is “speaking” now)
“Well, yeah, I know you can, smartass.”
#103
“When I die, I hope to have $0 in my bank and only the clothes on my body, having gave it all away to everyone I can, in the hopes that I could make just one other person just a little bit warmer on a cold night.”
#104
“I feel it, squirming in my skin, clawing at my heart,” The Skeleton proclaimed.
“In the mirror I see only my reflection, but nothing of the world. Is this what I truly want? What all have I been missing out on?”
It turned to look at the One-Horned Angel.
“Can you show me?….. Show me a new reflection?…. One where I can see the trees, again?”
#105
And this feels like when u sit on a flat, slightly wet white sanded beach as the tide softly comes in and out, and the sky feels gray but just the tiniest bit bright, like melancholy on a Thursday, but that after taste that it’s gonna work out, but the pain still hurts a bit, this nostalgia for the past and pain for it being gone and just existing as those memories & the bittersweet loving agony for just a little while on that shore
The sun seemingly an infinite distance out past the horizon, a whole nother universe, and yet despite the space between the two of you, you can still feel the warmth of its rays; a hug from rays shot out long ago in the sun’s past - “hey, I see you, and I can maybe feel your warmth still, too”
#106
“THIS WAS OVER BEFORE IT EVER BEGAN.”
https://open.spotify.com/track/5sTVykpRs4eiZKn96bZogj
#107
“My ghost in the rain, there’s a whole world out there waiting for you; you just gotta get out of this room.”
#108
“always trying to be loving to the village full of people who want me dead; pitchforks ready… sometimes i wonder why i even try, and then i remember just as quickly as i had the question; if i dont, if people who see their pain and fear don’t try to help it, who will? And so, let them burn me down; but I will not hate them, nor fear them in return.”
“Hatred is just fear; anger is just sadness.”
~ Carry me, dove
https://open.spotify.com/track/7jSBdyuCXFmlbVxYXjOCDC
https://open.spotify.com/track/6CFlh6u6YTOaTjPXiPrqfT
#109
“at least I can hold the air’s hand”
#110
“Are you capable of holding up the Sky, even when yours is falling down?”
“I’m.. I’m not sure.”
“That’s alright; we’re both gonna try, together.”
#111
“Vampire on my fridge” https://open.spotify.com/track/7gRXgnx8qh6uJgdqOv9xDX
#112
Alone in their realm, The Skeleton sits on a ledge, looking far out to the sea of color above and below; the sea joined in seamlessly with the sky… but there’s something wrong, The Skeleton has gone quiet, gone still. What could this mean?
Dream I had just now; Fallout 4 mixed w lsd dream emulator and Zelda somehow - red cool place w singing opera man and little Zelda collectibles floating to grab - giant stone cube I had to like open w someone else who acted like me and we did the funny voice and giant kitty inside and kitty bit us while we filmed it for tiktok and YouTube and someone else in a super long part 5 vid talking about how it got so much so fast - beginning of video talking about another guy in the game who rearranged frog parts for something u do for a side quest? Also part with space below to get up to door but you just walk forward and it actually wasn’t above you but in front and super trippy like walking over the window to outside
#113
#114
A person laying on a beach, face upwards, camera zooms continuously out; the town makes a face, the island is a face, the world is a face, the cosmos is a face, the universe is a face, more and more until it arrives back on the person at the beach again
#115
Laying in bed at night, the figure from another world lays beside me within my mind, a ghost of sorts, a memory that never happened, or at least not in that exact formation.
“Come.”
I crawl over to be hugged.
“Is anyone real? True to love? Or do we all just play pretend?” I ask.
“It isn’t pretend, it’s just most of us don’t know how to love, or are scared to open that door within us out of fear of letting our little hearts get charred again,” they told me.
“We’re all still figuring it out, we’re all always growing up; and someday, we all eventually choose to open that door, because when all else is chosen before it, it’ll be all that’s left to choose; freedom.”
After these words were spoken, they faded back to their world, maybe to visit another person’s mind who needed the comfort.
“Thank you, again.”
#116
“In the quest of the dream.”
“Today I’ll be remembered; tomorrow just a dream.”
https://open.spotify.com/track/5XcilNVCQlV4btR7gOZZVd
#117
(Older scene idea revised a bit)
(This takes place non-chronologically, takes place after Ghoul boss fight and if you choose to spare them and they join the Aeon of Change):
Pierre: BEEP VRRRP BOP? (Hey, whatcha doin?)
Ghoul: Fuck off, shithead. (Attempting to read a book discovered from nearby ruins, laying down, has a black flame orb for a light source, studying it with both curiosity and annoyance)
Pierre: (Oooooo - that’s a good read :3)
Ghoul: Huh? …You’ve read this before? I can barely make out what the hell half of it even says!
Pierre: (Well, if you dont speak Ahsrazian then it’s no wonder it’s gonna be difficult to make out - flip to the next page; comes with translations :3)
Ghoul: …Thanks.
Pierre: (Don’t mention it.)
Pierre: (…What brings you out here, btw?)
Ghoul: To get away from psykhes like you.
(Awkward pause)
Ghoul: sighs. It’s been kinda rough.
Pierre: (What’s got you down?)
Ghoul: I… don’t really know. Just wondering where to go from here.
(Stars twinkle in the night sky overhead)
Pierre: (It’s totally ok… I get it. I wonder the same thing myself daily. But, we just gotta keep taking it one step at a time, one second, one instant at a time.)
(Pause)
Pierre: (Hey, checkout that star up there - isn’t it beautiful?)
Ghoul: …Sure. I guess.
Pierre: (Right? Well, now let me ask you this: do you think the star’s gotta try to be beautiful, to still be beautiful? To work towards some other moment to “earn” its unique beauty and elegance?)
Ghoul: …No. I suppose not. All stars are cool, just for being a star.
Pierre: (Right. And we’re no different. Each step of the way is its own beginning, its own end; and this moment? We’re the most “ourselves” we’ve ever been so far. You’re beautiful. We’re all beautiful. And just like the star, you just gotta keep trying your best to burn, to dance in the present, to be.)
Ghoul: …Thanks for that, shithead.
Pierre: (Anytime. :) )
(They both gaze up at the sky in a shared silence, beneath the dancing stars, laying down in the crimson blades of grass.)
#118
“What do you do when you miss em so bad, you can’t stop crying?”
“You cry some more.”
“What?”
“You cry, and cry, and cry… and then it’s a new day.”
“Well, that doesn’t really help me at all; I just cry through all my new days.”
“Yes, and you’re feeling what you need to feel; new day after new day, that hurt gets a little further away, and the wind feels a little more gentle… a little more calm. Even if just for that moment… it’s all you needed to know, that it’s going to be ok.”
(The stream trickles down through the rocks nearby, on their merry way down from the summit to join their family in the sea; someday to be reborn again from the clouds, it all working out some way or another… Perhaps we are no different?)
#119
“May your tears guide you in the night, little bird, to tomorrow; your heart hurting and feeling the weight of the world, and through you the world, too, shall heal, because you care - care to hurt, care to feel, care to grieve; and that, dear, is called love, and that is our truest superpower.”
https://open.spotify.com/track/3VWeL5MoTSwwVkbuSe7UGG
https://open.spotify.com/track/5ZuID4HpPohcqDKPD2bOwy
#120
“There’s a house in the walls” (how I originally heard the first line)
https://open.spotify.com/track/3pNU269GeroTdWKQJKhoU0
#121
“Even when the sun is dead, will you tell them how hard I tried?”
https://open.spotify.com/track/4e7JOKEUBdrK17PWgBex8Q
#122
Delight interwoven with the creation, its observing, and its rebirth through all other mediums, upon the ‘Republic of Heaven,’ within the Marionette Theater, written in Red - the rose grows once more, from the garden, reaching to the sky and its infinite suns, waking up for the New Day.
#123
“For I am of myth, for I am of paper, pen, and ink, for my roots are of spirit, my skeleton as the space between, without, and within the hearts of all, I am your Dæmon, beloved maker,” spoke the Raven.
Flying upwards off of their golden branch, into the swirl of ribbons reaching down from the heavens above, they call out one more word: “Begin.”
#124
“The Bookseller reached me, and told me you were coming.”
“Oh? …How long ago?”
“Just a few idems ago.”
“Really?!? Was The Bookseller here?? I’ve been trying to meet with them in person now for quite some time… there’s something very important I need to give to them.”
“No, I’m afraid not; they reached me through the noö’, they did not come here physically; I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where their Self is located, but I believe they were somewhere near to the Averna Zone.”
“FUCK! The Averna Zone!? Do they want to get themself killed??”
“I’ve had my fears as well; the Aeons that inhabit that Zone… it frightens me even to imagine what all they are capable of doing.”
#125
“The flag on the pole… the flag on the pole… I keep staring at the flag on the pole… it looks grey now; old, dead, forgotten… it moved crookedly with the wind, but now the wind’s stopped, leaving it still, devoid of motion. I know what now fully killed the flag, the flag that was amongst the walking dead from the start.”
The flag sways with the tiniest of wind, barely keeping up now; gasping for air.
“It killed, it turned others, and now it, too, has been killed; dominated by yet another zombie, eating the flesh of the living, craving to feel life it has never had the chance to before; sad, alone, scared, desperate, inflicting others with its venom in hopes that a world of zombies will make them just as alive for once - but that isn’t how it works, and deep down, they’ve known from the start, we all have.”
The flag on the pole, the flag on the pole; now, in its still grave, making it to the end of the curriculum without learning the lesson - perhaps in another life, inevitably, it will choose to walk with the living, rather than seeking to turn all into itself, seeking to feast upon the living, craving for what they lack and for what they never truly understood, for they never truly understood themselves, either.
#126
“As a poet, it is my duty to write what my eyes wish they could speak themselves.”
#127
“The noumena showing its fangs, calling to me but with no sound, no sight, the hair on the back of my neck stands; from just beyond my sight, behind my eyes, right past the corner of my vision…”
#128
Hypermedia tickling the viewer’s oedipus, PsyTube beckons for them to turn against their neighbor, fend only for themselves, their one “lone” self… more lies from behind the screen, from the cult of fear running the circus.
#129
Fear is the game a child plays… running from the shadows of the night, their own projection, their own reflection; running from themself.
#130
“And so I have grown, so I have learned the noumena is not here to kill me, but to help me grow; growth to a higher state of being, a higher state of awareness, consciousness, and eventually, a love, an embracement once more follows the silence brought about by a calm moment, for I am at peace once more, peace in simply being, and with a further awareness of even more things I can be appreciative of sharing this experience of being alongside with, intertwined with.”
#131
“The Prince of The Picture dances in its chamber.”