The [[wind->Poem C]] assaults the tree,
its branches colliding with the [[window]].
The rain thunders against the roof;
both blanketed by the [[music]] drifting through the room.
Contrasting the (t8n:"blur")+(t8n-time:3.5s)+(link:"perilous abyss of outside")[crushing weight of insignificance that sits outside]
the room glows; flittered by fairylights.(click-replace:"fairylights")[[[fairies->Poem B]]]
Its warmth an invitation for relaxation;
the opposite of the outside.
Sinking into the bed (click-replace:"bed")[plush comfort of the bed]
you feel the heaviness of your body,
the [[weight->Poem D]] of your otherwise light eyelids
and sleep grabs ahold of your prone form.//[[//Fairie//]]//
that is your only claim to the title.
you know nothing of Earth Magique,
or the [[language of the Moone]],
or how the trees pulse with life.
You have never danced amongst
the lantern flies during the Moone festival(click-replace:"Moone festival")[(text-colour:#a8f5ff)[Lavitsef enoom]].
Instead, you live alone,
unknowing of the warmth (click-replace:"warmth")[(text-colour:#ffd84d)[warmth]] of the sun
or the (text-style:"expand")[thrill of adventure.]
Rather, you have [[forgotten]].
And no matter how hard you try,
you can never remember
what it means to be a Fairie;(click-replace:"a Fairie;")[an Eiriaf;]
what it feels like to be free.
So it should come as no surprise
that the tingle(click-replace:"tingle")[(text-style:"shudder")[tingle]] you feel
in your wing when it rains,
is actually the call of your ancestors
to tend to the [[lands->Poem E]].A (text-colour:lime)[seed] endlessly floating in the wind
with no destination in sight.
It lands on the (text-colour:#59b300)[lush grass] of some random land;
nestling itself in the (text-colour:#7d542c)[ground] where it rests.
After some time it grows out of the earth
and lives amongst the (text-style:"subscript")[(text-colour:#59b300)[short stalks]] of (text-colour:#7d542c)[sod].
There is nothing but the (text-colour:#f0f000)[meadows]
surrounding the (text-colour:lime)[young sapling].
There are no (text-colour:#812222)[//obligations//], no (text-colour:#812222)[//pain//],
no (text-colour:#812222)[//fear//], no (text-colour:#812222)[//hatred//], just (text-colour:#70eeff)[[[nothingness->Poem F]]].The nightmares are so (text-style:"condense","buoy")[heavy] and realistic
you sometimes think they aren’t ‘mares at all,
But memories(click-replace:"memories")[(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"blur")[memories]]] of the darkest(click-replace:"darkest")[(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"blur")[darkest]]] moments in your life.
The specificity of the nightmares(click-replace:"nightmares")[(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"blur")[nightmares]]]
makes you (text-colour:#9a1d1d)[fear] sleeping,
but even more, you (text-colour:#9a1d1d)[fear] [[waking up->Poem G]].The branches smack so violently it is a wonder the window hasn't [[shattered->Poem A]] under the pressure.The meditation chimes calm the restlessness within you. So much so, that the room seems to sway alongside the [[music->Poem A]].In your travel of the land(click-replace:"land")[Faidome]
you happen upon a [[Fairie]],
one so beautiful you are in disbelief.
As the two of you (text-style:"condense")[(text-style:"condense")[grow closer]]
your magique grows ''(text-style:"double-underline")[stronger]''.
Your adventure never stops,
not when you exchange vows(click-replace:"exchange vows")[(text-style:"sway")[exchange vows]]
and dwell in a (text-colour:#8e6943)[cottage]
nestled between a (text-colour:#1ddddd)[crick]
and vivacious (text-colour:#0a850a)[forest].
Not even when your magique,
aged and fatigued,
begins to (text-style:"blurrier")[fade].
Exploring (text-colour:#ff9eff)[love]
is the journey of a [[lifetime->Poem H]].From nothing, the (text-colour:lime)[seedling] matures
into a (text-colour:#784421)[beautiful] (text-colour:#358d35)[tree].
Instead of being faced with (text-colour:#59b300)[blades of grass]
it can now see the (text-colour:#c7c70a)[creatures] of the (text-colour:#7d542c)[land].
It bathes underneath the (text-colour:#ff0)[sunlight]
and soaks in its (text-colour:#ffe438)[warmth].
The (text-colour:#addcff)[rain] nourishes the (text-style:"upside-down")[(text-colour:#ddbfa2)[roots]]
which supply food for the (text-colour:#784421)[branches] and (text-colour:#358d35)[leaves].
As the (text-colour:#db3395)[flowers] bloom,
a new (text-style:"fidget")[(text-colour:#812222)[''beast'']] can be seen in the [[distance->Poem I]].When you [[wake]], the nightmare(click-replace:"nightmare")[reality] becomes reality.(click-replace:"reality.")[dream]
At this point, reality(click-replace:"reality")[nightmares] and fantasy converge.
How can you be expected to [[function]]?
If the (text-style:"fade-in-out")[light flickers], the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.(click-replace:"stand up.")[(text-style:"superscript")[stand up.]]
That night you dream of a shadow touching the lights(click-replace:"lights")[(text-colour:#9a1d1d)[(text-style:"expand")[//off//]]].
Yet your realities are not separate from (click-replace:"not separate from")[]your [[dreams->Poem J]].On your last day(click-replace:"On your last day")[Even in (text-color:#850000)[death,]]
with your last breath,(click-replace:"with your last breath,")[(text-style:"shadow")[numb] with (text-color:#0F4D8F)[sorrow]]
you relish in your (text-style:"expand")[(text-color:"#FF00FB")[love]].
At peace with your [[life]]
and connected with the [[Earth]].The distance brings about
the (text-colour:#812222)[''two-leggeds'']:
a (text-colour:#c7c70a)[creature] never seen by the (text-colour:#784421)[tr](text-colour:#358d35)[ee]
or the (text-colour:#e1ab75)[critters] that (text-style:"shudder")[chitter] in its ear.
A sense of (text-rotate-x:47)[foreboding] grabs
hold of the (text-colour:#784421)[tr](text-colour:#358d35)[ee] and its friends.
The closer they get to the (text-colour:#784421)[tr](text-colour:#358d35)[ee]
the less it thinks about (text-colour:#70eeff)[nothing].
All that remains of the (text-colour:#784421)[tr](text-colour:#358d35)[ee]
is a stump(click-replace:"stump")[(text-rotate-x:78)[stump]] and dead (text-colour:#ddbfa2)[[[roots]]].Reality seeps into dreams bleeding into reality.(click-replace:"Reality seeps into dreams bleeding into reality.")[It is not a dream.]
You no longer feel safe in your home,(click-replace:"You no longer feel safe in your home,")[It is not a dream.]
fearing the next thing your mind makes up.(click-replace:"fearing the next thing your mind makes up.")[It is not a dream.]
When you go to sleep (or maybe wake up)(click-replace:"When you go to sleep (or maybe wake up)")[It is not a dream.]
something dark and heavy stands above you.(click-replace:"something dark and heavy stands above you.")[THIS IS NOT A DREAM]
Its hand grips your shoulder and your mouth opens into a scream.(click-replace:"Its hand grips your shoulder and your mouth opens into a scream.")[(text-color:#9a1d1d)[[[RUN]]]]Your eyes, soaked with tears, still close from exhaustion(click-replace:"exhaustion")[[[...or fear?->con 3]]]
(text-colour:red)[[[Or maybe it was the tea?->con 3]]]You are so deeply moved by the dream, you fear you'll never be able to fall back asleep. You drink from your [[mug]] as you usually do, hoping to quell your panic and quench your thirst. You do the deep breathing exercise your [[therapist]] taught [[you->con 2]].You wake up in a room with fairylights dancing along the walls and tears in your [[eyes->con 1]].You wake up in a room with the wind howling and tears soaked into your [[pillow->con 1]].You wake up screaming, your face coated in your tears and covered in a cold sweat that has drenched your [[clothes->con 1]].When was the last time you even went?
...10 years ago?
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.........[[longer?->con 1]]Your mug is filled with tea tonight, though you've never been a fan of [[tea->con 1]].''(text-colour:#25007a)[[[What reality will you dream about now?->Poem A]]]''(text-colour:grey)[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[//Sseddog Enoom eht fo smlap eht yb dehcuotnu niamer nac eiriaf on//]'']
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[No fairie can remain untouched by
the palms of the [[moone goddess->Poem B]]]As (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[a child you were your moth]]er's ''gem'' and your father's trea(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[sure.
You were c]]onstantly encompassed in the ''warm''(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[th of their love.
Your bed]]room was showered in a (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[warm glow consta]]ntly.
Nothing was ''less'' than (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[spectacular and your face never]]
''lost'' (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[its exuberance; instead you were const]]antly filled with (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[glee. Eventually, you grew up and th]]e rose-tinted glasses (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[began to
shatter. Your pa]]rents ''died'' and your once shining room became
a (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[constant reminder of all of the things y]]ou ''lost''. (text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"wavy-strike")[You don't
remember, you just feel a]] ''sense of [[loss->Poem B]]''.
//You need to [[wake->Poem G]] up//(t8n:"blur")+(t8n-time:9.5s)+(link:"...?")[...or go to sleep[[...?->Poem G]]][[fairie->Poem B]]
| fae-ree |
//noun, plural// ''fair-iese''
(align:"<==")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXXX=========")[1. a being deeply connected to the lands and well-versed in the
history of Faidome]Their skin glistens in the moonlight; (text-colour:#a8f5ff)+(bg:black)[opalescent] like a (text-colour:#a8f5ff)+(bg:black)[moonstone] they sit apart from other Fairies. They are simply //lufituaeb.// The only thing that makes your heart (text-style:"sway")[beat] like this is the life coursing through your veins. And now, in this being, you have found a new //[[efil fo gninaem->Poem E]]//The //Fairie// dying next to [[you->Poem H]]