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A dream has an end...no matter how pleasant the dream is...or how scary.
Snow continued to gently fall in a dream forest that went on forever. Beyond her, she could smell a vast and warm sea--which, in a normal sense, wouldn't have made much sense. Bare feet treaded lightly in the virgin snow along the forest ground. Up above her, branches offered comfort to birds and all sorts of hibernating animals, and stretched like limbs to grab for the precious light coming from the suns.
The dream ends when Mother shakes you awake from outside warm blankets.
A scene in the morning that never changes.
But now...
The young girl of white gently placed her hand on a tree, and felt it quiver to her touch. Somewhere, she knew, someone was calling out to her, to try and awake her from this dream that never seemed to end. White lockes, as white as the snow on the ground, fluttered when the voice called to her.
I wonder when the dreams started to never end...
She continued her walking across the terrain, and paused to kneel in front of a white flower blooming from the ground. It's petals gave it the appearance of a snowflake, intricate in design. Soon, the entire forrest was but a field of these snowflowers.
A warm wind blew through, sending petals up into the sky. She watched, marvelled.
As often as she came to this part of the dream, it was often...barren. Lonely.
He was laying on wood. Raising quietly, his eyes blinking as they were gently flooded by a soft glow, he looked around. The walnut bench beneath him was a pew. Similar rows stretched far in front and behind him, all bathed in the light with no discernible source. A cathedral.
I'm sleeping.
The young man rose and padded down the aisle, the fact that his feet were bare slipping by unnoticed. He didn't try to comprehend - it was a dream, he'd wake up later and forget it. There was no reason to try to understand.
At that moment, his mind wasn't a part of him anyway. It was watching from the rafters. How funny...
There was a garden in the middle of the church, where there might have been a podium or stand in another's dream. It was peaceful. The surrealism enveloped him, and he walked through the roses and daffodils, laying down among them once he reached their center. He leaned the back of his head on his hands, and looked up at the clouds drifting across the blue sky.
The cathedral roof had departed unperceived, but his mind stayed, drifting among the petals now spiraling in the sky. After a while it noticed a second mind joining the dance.
He sat up again. Beautiful white flowers fell off of his clothes as he did so, more drifting from his skin as he used his arms to stand. He watched a young women kneel in his snowflower garden.
Are there voices in this dream?
He didn't know, and was hesitant to test, reluctant to wake.
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Last Edit: Jan 4, 2011 22:37:57 GMT -4 by Zephiris
The young woman of white leaned her head to the side, watching as the snowflower petals danced spectacularly in the rays of the dream suns. There, in the sky, fluttering among the clouds, they sprouted wings, becoming birds. Amber eyes fluttered shut, as she silently wished that somehow, those birds would somehow...someway...see that person.
What person? That person.
Still kneeling among the flowers, the opened her lips carefully to sing a song, just like the birds. The snowflower birds, singing their prayer; singing their prayer.
Win daint, a lotica. En vai tru li, si lo ta. Springdint, a lotica.
A pure white song of joy, a reminder of hope. She hoped that even though she was still sleeping, that -that- person would hear it. She was one of those snowflower birds, as well. It flowed like liquid music, a mesh of notes and syllables that intermingled in a haunting melody.
Her eyes opened, as her mouth shut, covered by a snowflower, yet the song kept going. There was more than one mind here, yet again. Perhaps it was Atlantace? Or perhaps someone of her own creation, this time?
The snowflower birds continued to sing, all full of joy as they fluttered through the sky. They were the remains of a world's hope, a world that once lived in harmony and peace. A soothing melody could be heard across the land as they danced with the wind, filling all the corners of the world with its tune. From the large tree of life to that vast and warm sea, the sunflower birds continued their flight, hoping that this dream wouldn't come to an end...
...Thing is, those dreams aren't always pleasant.
However, there was one that didn't belong among them. Its black feathers were caressed by the warm winds of the north, ignorant of the imposter's presence within the snowflower flock. The bird hummed; it did not know the melody of hope by heart and was unable to sing it with the rest. But it wasn't the dark raven's fault. It had known war from a young age, forced to slaughter and murder other innocent birds. It had always thought that was the right thing to do.
Instead the young raven sang a melody of its own, one that had been hidden deep within his heart. The bird could be a child once more, able to show the innocence it had lost so many years ago. Its core would be offered to those that could listen to the raven's chant and to those that could understand the reasons behind so many sins.
"Dango dango dango dango, dango dango daikazoku."
The song of a child, of an innocent youth. The snowflower flock ended their flight where it all had begun, gathering around the girl that had brought them to life. They all continued to sing their song of hope, but the raven, again, refused to join them. It landed among the rest, looking at the snow white maiden before it. Its eyes lighted up upon recognizing her face.
"Dango dango dango dango, dango daikazoku. Yancha na yaki dango, yasashii an dango.."
The raven knew the girl, she was close to him in some way. It loved her very much and treasured her dearly. The bird was glad to see her again, even though it couldn't remember who she was exactly. It tilted its head to get a better look at her; she looked peaceful, happy, with nothing to trouble her dream...
The young man was striding towards her now, his steps quicker. The snowbirds were flocking so thickly that he could barely glimpse her between shafts of feathers, beaks, and elegant white wings. He felt a sudden sense of urgency, the inexplicable kind only felt in a dream world.
He had caught a glimpse of black. As soon as he noticed it he felt something was off, though his mind in the sky told him there was no real danger.
But then again, here nothing was real.
After many moments, possibly hours or days, his mind grew tired of the wait and told him that he was getting nowhere. He stopped. It was true, the path of trodden flowers left in his wake stretched over the horizon and out of sight, but the girl and birds before him were getting no closer. And for the first time in the dream, he felt frustration, and the feeling was amplified in the still currents of the air until he felt as if he would tear apart from the reverberations.
He shouted out in his mind, loud and clear.
The world was silent in response. Perhaps the girl and the bird would hear. Already, though, he was feeling like the intruder in this dream. Was coming here a mistake? Ought he wake up and leave the dream that wasn't his own?
It took less than a few moments to notice the new song that created a melodic dissonance among the snowbirds. Eyes opened to the sky, to follow the course of the bundle of black feathers. This one didn't Feel like the natural occurance of the Dream. Lithe hands reached out, like a plant would to sunlight, to welcome the visitor, and his song.
She knew this bird, from somewhere--her Heart told her so. It was unlike the snowbirds. Larger, bigger wingspan, and a strange matter of singing.
She laid her hands, cupped together, in front of the raven, and repeated his words.
A mischivious roasted dango, a kind, sweet bean dango. Gather them up, and it's a family of a hun--
Smiling, she sang those words back to the ink blot of a bird, before she heard a shout. It was detatched, which startled her. Antique rarely had nightmares; she had always had...well, some sort of control of her dreams until only recently. Eyes gazed out into the distance of the field of snowflowers--first, noticing a path that had trodden all over the floura, and then, a young man. Whom she didn't recognize.
She stood up, the raven in her hands.
A few steps was all that it took to close the distance between her and the spector--she faded in and out of view with every step she took, crossing a large distance.
The girl seemed to recognize the bird, bringing a deep feeling of happiness to his heart. He was glad that the maiden of white could remember him, even though he still couldn't figure out who she was exactly.
The raven leaped with joy, softly landing on the girl's hands before tilting his head once more. She had joined him in his singing, repeating his same words in another language. The snowflower birds now remained silent, eyeing their mistress and the strange bird that had stole her attention.
"Osumashi goma dango, yotsu ko kushi dango. Minna minna awasete, hyakunin kazoku!"
Suddenly, a scream interrupted their song. The young bird was startled as well, hiding his head behind his wing for quite a while. Wasn't this supposed to be a pretty and wonderful dream?
"Akachan dango wa itsumo, shiawase no naka de. Toshiyori dango wa me o hosometeru..."
The maiden stood up, the frightened raven still hiding in her hands. Even though he felt safe under her care, he couldn't help but to feel slightly terrified. The bird didn't want this to turn into a horrible nightmare. He slowly turned his head to look as she walked forward, noticing the knight of silver before them. A sweet feeling of relief soothed his heart as he looked at the man.
"Nakayoshi dango te o tsunagi ooki na marui wa ni naru yo!"
The dark raven had seen his face before but failed to recall his name. Who was this boy?
((The raven, Mikhail, saw Riku at one point while he was roleplayed by another member. It happen in a thread at Disney Castle, I could provide you a linkeh if you'd like to Zepho))
(( I found the link in your characters' journals. ;] Sorry guys, gotta be quick, or I'll be late for class! ))
They had heard him. Instantly the young man felt calmed - perhaps he didn't have to leave this beautiful place after all. The young women and her bird stepped ever closer, two wavering ephemeral presences that didn't seem affected by whatever dream magic had caused his own steps to be in vain.
As they approached, he felt a nagging sensation that he had seen the raven before. Which truly made no sense, for what features could possibly distinguish one bird from the rest? But he was certain the creature lacked the foreign aura of the girl. He had seen it before. Perhaps in another dream?
That's what he answered himself, but the feeling didn't abate.
He looked down on a whim and noticed nonchalantly that the snowflowers had turned to gentle, lapping white seas. He was standing on the pale beach, the water lapping at his feet, and the girl and her raven were walking through the waves. His gaze raised to their faces, his cool eyes fully meeting theirs for the first time.
Still his voice remained locked away. If this wasn't his dream after all, he felt to speak aloud would would be intrusive. Instead he beckoned with his hand, and turned, walking along the length of white sand beach. He hadn't any idea where he was going, but it didn't matter. Not in this dream.
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Last Edit: Jan 7, 2011 11:17:05 GMT -4 by Zephiris
The girl in white stared down with a gentle smile at the black raven within her palms, pulling her hands in closer to her chest, as if to say that everything was alright. She hummed the birds back to him, in a soft effort to comfort the creature. But the raven seemed to calm itself down as it...somehow recognized the boy with the aquamarine eyes.
She lifted her head to meet the others eyes. No words were really needed. Offering a warm and kindhearted smile, she took the boy's gesture to just follow.
Hearing the lapping of the water before she saw it, she smiled, delighted. Testing the water with bare feet, she watched as the waves rippled outward until they were swalllowed by a soft wave. It reminded her of...the other sea. This lacked the pink and blue flowers just below the surface of the water that she loved so, but it was still wonderful, nonetheless.
Aimo, aimo, neder luche...noyna millia endel prodea...fotomi...
She sang the nostalgic song from so long ago to the air around her. A pure song, that origionated somewhere from her Heart, filling the dream air. Hanging like pure white snowflakes suspended on wings.
What a strange girl.
With the raven still in her hands, still humming her little song, she splashed along the waves, causing the bottom of her etheral white dress to get soaked, as she caught up with the other dreamer. He had shouted, after all. And this did seem to be his dream. Wasn't it? She opened her lips to say something, only to notice nothing but music leaving. Hmm, how very curious.
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU ENDED UP SLAYED BY ONE OF THEM."
The raven happily hummed as the girl walked through the snowflower field, glancing at the now silent pure white birds. They had been apparently offended by the girl's lack of attention, flying away before turning into a sea of white. He looked at the water surrounding them, amazed by the incredible powers of the snow white flowers.
Water splashed around them as the girl of white walked across the wide sea of white, rapidly approaching the boy of silver. The snowflower liquid suddenly reached the raven, soaking him with a splash; closing his eyes in disdain, he shivered for a while, not appreciating the fact that he was now wet.
The maiden's words, however, calmed him once more. The bird happily sang with her, repeating the words she had just uttered to him.
"...noyna millia endel prodea... fotomi..."
He jumped out of her hands, wings fluttering as he soared over the ocean. The dark raven would now sing with the girl, repeating each and every single world she sang. He just loved her voice...
Upon catching up with the male, the bird landed. He proceeded to sit on the white maiden's shoulder, staring deep into the boy's aquamarine eyes. Light soon began to surround the raven, who hadn't stopped singing with the girl...
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "MAYBE I'LL TAKE YOU THERE... SOMEDAY..."
The young man grinned. The girl and her bird were following him. In a rush of dark wings, the latter took off, its shadow rippling over the pale ocean as it sang.
He had no words to the song. The silver male could only smile and listen, the tune resonating in his chest, but no lyrics left his lips in the swift and beautiful way they did the white-clothed young women. He was silent, but peaceful.
Above the ocean soared his mind. It flew alongside the raven, noticing without remark the lack of footprints marring the white-sand beach the two humans now strode upon. However, as the bird eventually came to land once more on the female's shoulder, his mind remained in the sky, finding its suspension in the air rather lovely. It watched from above as the raven became bathed in a radiant light.
On the beach, the young man drew to a stop, eyes locked with the creature as it alighted upon the shoulder of the woman. He watched as the light around the bird increased in intensity, until he was almost blinded. But his retinas felt no pain. There was just a persistent sense of curiosity, and he looked on in interest. His gaze shifted to the girl with a question in his eyes.
Above, his mind watched as the brilliant blue sky darkened, and the sun shattered into a million pinpoints of light that proceeded to scatter across the night as stars. A moon raised, and bathed the beach and snowflower ocean in silver. The contrast between dark and light intensified.
But the human male below noticed none of it, the sea blue of his gaze concentrated on the dreamers before him.
"...Here is a sea, a wonderful sea...." the maiden of white sang, as the raven took flight, repeating her words. With the songs overlapping, it sounded like a beautiful musical kanon to her. Melodies became harmonies--a nostalgic song. As dark wings spread, she lifted her arms, spreading her fingers as a wind blew through, giving her the sensation of flight as she walked along side the boy of silver.
The sea's wind blew on her face, gently, whipping anything loose aound in a liquid motion.
"Luray, luraiea..."
The raven landed on her shoulder once more, and started to glow, as the scene before them changed into night. Her arms returned to her side, as the raven began glowing. The thought that she very much remembered this creature returned to her even more.
She felt questioning eyes upon her, the boy of silver. Smiling softly, she merely shook her head slightly from left to right, and lifted a hand over her heart, as if her own Heart was pulsating in response to the raven's.
(( If you all don't mind, I'm going to have Riku wake up now. :] Antique, you can end the thread if you'd like. 'Twas fun! ))
The girl's response to the question in his eyes confused the young male slightly. If she didn't know what was going on either. . . Hand over, heart. . . instinctively he raised his own hand to mirror her movements. . .
Oh. He glanced down. Beneath his fingertips rested a similar glow, pulsing, intensifying by the second. After a moment the brightness dimmed even that of the moon. And so the three dreamers shone, the light filling every pore of their bodies, between every grain of white sand on the shore, reaching up to join the growing brightness of the stars overhead. It was brilliant but not blinding. He felt warm, at perfect peace.
-
Bright aquamarine eyes flicked open.
Riku rested where he lay for a while, relishing the warmth and trying in vain to grasp onto the fragments of his dream. The pieces slipped like water through his memory, but he didn't feel the usual frustration that accompanied forgetting his dreams - rather, he felt mildly forlorn. This particular one had been beautiful.
He made a move to get up, then stopped. A snow white flower was resting lightly on his thigh. The moment his fingers caressed its petals it vanished - or, perhaps, it was never there to begin with. All last memories of his dream flitted away with the snowflower, but he was content.
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Last Edit: Jan 14, 2011 22:12:00 GMT -4 by Zephiris
Antique shut her eyes as she wished for the boy of silver to have a safe trip to the land of waking. Within her hand, she blew a snowflower in the direction of the conciousness. There was an immense "Feeling" that that young man was extremely important--but she did not know, to what.
She turned to the glowing raven, who rivaled even the Moon's brightness. Bringing him to lay within her hands, she smiled softly at him. For the first time in the dream, she was able to speak. The sky had begun to crack, showing blank whiteness behind the dreamscape.
"It's time for you to awake, too," she said quietly. She lifted the raven to her lips and quietly kissed the top of its forehead. "This dream needs to end," she said reassuringly, withholding that she was still unable to wake quite yet. Dipping her hands low to the ground, she launched the creature into the air, to the sky, where the dream would end. Hopefully there was someone kind to be there on the other side that he would awaken to.
