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 wieght of insignificance that exists 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")[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:"Fairie;")[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 seed endlessly floating in the wind
with no destination in sight.
It lands on the lush grass some random land;
nestling itself in the ground where it rests.
After some time it grows out of the earth
and lives amongst the short stalks of sod.
There is nothing but the meadows
surrounding the young sapling.
There are no obligations, no pain,
no fear, no hatred, just [[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:"blur")[fade].
Exploring (text-colour:#ff9eff)[love]
is the journey of a [[lifetime->Poem H]].From nothing, the seedling matures
into a beautiful tree.
Instead of being faced with blades of grass
it can now see the creatures of the land.
It bathes underneath the sunlight
and soaks in its warmth.
The rain nourishes the roots
which supply food for the branches and leaves.
As the flowers bloom,
a new 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
with your last breath,
you relish in your love.
At peace with your life
and connected with the [[Earth]].The distance brings about
the two-leggeds:
a creature never seen by the tree
or the critters that chitter in its ear.
A sense of foreboding grabs
hold of the tree and its friends.
The closer they get to the tree
the less it thinks about nothing.
All that remains of the tree
is a stump and dead [[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.->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]]//