(SHIP OF FOOLS)
“THE WORLD THAT YOU HAVE KNOWN IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE LOOPS CREATED BY HIM. THE WORLD THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE NOW IS REFLECTED, DUPLICATE AND TURN INTO SEVEN, AS THE LAST IS THE ORIGINAL WHERE THEY ARE ALL STRUGGLING TO FIGHT IN THE PUNISHMENT, LIE, PRICE, AND CONSEQUENCE HE CREATED AND WROTE HIMSELF, JUST TO UNDERSTAND MY LOVE AND BRING ME BACK TO THE VERY BEGINNING. SHARD OF THE ROYALS IS TORN INTO SEVEN, AS THEIR MEMORIES TURN INTO KEYS SCATTERED ALONG WITH THE WORLDS AND BOOK, CREATING ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS AND PARALLEL WORLDS.”
Grasping everything as one thing is pinning unto the reality that she is right now and is standing upon. Her life, existence, and spared soul is all for that thing, that one particular role and the very play that she needed to act with, greatly and deeper into conviction with HIS wor
(INTO THE LULLABY) “BORNas one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up into, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” With the book that she holds within her hands, the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words that no one could read, but somehow, she can. The gift from above that she considers her treasure, is asking her for something that’s kept her wondering for a while now, where it rings along with the following words. “Alone at night? Reading a book upon your bed? Dare not and run for your life for if you don’t believe they
(POEM OF THE PAST) “WHY AM I EVEN BORN?” The question that she often asks herself and unto the mirror. Wondering about the said life that she feels like she shouldn’t have. She stares at her reflection studying her figure in the cold room of her chambers where the only source of light is one candlelight, which lets her see her naked self. “What’s the purpose of my life? Just who am I to serve?” Asking these thoughts and questions makes her different than the rest, alone, mysterious, yet she loves to be. She carefully slips her favorite black dress, plain, simple, and ominously in the front and the sense, yet she does not care less. “My lady, it is time.” Her lady-in-waiting informs her, yet did not dare to
(THE BLACK PEARL) THERE is an old-told tale that in this world there exists a special kind of stone that does not even compare to any luxurious or precious stone in this world. A stone that could never be found anywhere as it is only one. Made not by any means of intricate crystals by which structure defines the price and rarity of it, but what made it be. Black as the purest one, could never be seen under the protection of the shadows, as the very composition of it, lies from a shard, a soul, and the original’s heart, it whispers and would call. “You are finally here.” Shaken, yet not scared. Intrigue, yet feeling the chill right down her spine, Haruna looks and catches the sight of the pearl in front of her. Different from the rest, as it shines in the middle with the seal and spells that are too powerful
(THE BLACK PEARL II) “DRIP, DRIP, I JUST LOVE THE FETID IT ALL BRINGS.” She suddenly hears. “Take a peek, look at the tinny hole, and find the culprit.” It continues. “Love draws, lovelies, and life is just a mere play into the dark and deep abyss where souls can scream, but never be heard. Sins that are eminent, yet nothing can compare to the dread and scheme they all are and will be.” She could hear, walking unto the door where she first chooses, beyond the said abyss that the whispering voice is telling her so. “Tick tock, tick tock, can you hear their agony.” With the giggling voice that can bring anyone the chill right and down unto their spines. S
(DARK FEARS) “GEMINI.” Uttering the name of God as her attention is stolen, fixed and leans toward what’s in front of her. The door shuts close, as she is now standing at the scene of the next character, the puzzled one and the 2nd stage of this game’s play she thinks and knew to hold and taken into the loop of, “Twelve.” Tilting her head slightly unto the right side, yet she still does not show any emotions or a little bit unto the things that she is seeing. The blue light that she collected, but perhaps her reward from the previous stage stays put unto her left shoulder, as everything turns into an uncanny scene. “Two souls that are bound unto one another. Night and day, as their characters and nature opposite, yet defines one an
(EXCHANGE DREAD) MAYBEshe shouldn’t have created her path and in between, as she should have stayed put and probably chooses the lesser end of this dark game she is dragged into. For at the moment, wherein her emotions are frozen from the dread and darkness she just had and witnessed, she stands corrected as she is now sweating in fear behind the expressionless face, she has towards the daughter of evil she did not want nor expected to see. “I’ll take, it, I’ll make them, I shall have everything, and kill you, can I, Daniela?” Wide eyes and frozen shock to where she is. She is witnessing not the present, the past, but the reality of the words of the books presented here. With the twin that she finally realizes that’s been replaced, yet rather corrupted, stolen identity and even got exchang
(THE HATTER’S HAT) “ALLIAH?” Finally hearing the name of the mistress of hell, His very own daughter, and the only being He ever created. “Now, now, now. I finally understand.” Somehow imitating the tone and words of the supreme, yet she just unconsciously did so. She now finally path everything within the fear and dread that lies within the second stage and unto the core of Gemini, as she looks intently at the scene and the sinister smile that forms unto his face, yet not him from the very within. The scene shifted, fast and immediately, as the voice of the other twin calls out and gives way, saying the words. “I’ll save you and end this dark game, Gilbert.” The scene forms into a static and som
(DREADFUL HATTER) “KYLE.” She calls, dropping the name of the prominent who holds the ice and coldness of the God that is his very guardian as he is Its very holder. She steps immediately inside the room with confidence and calmness, knowing that the holder behind the door is someone as gentle as anyone could be and could never hold such dreadful darkness inside, with the tainted darkness of his core that hides the darkest secret of the time flow, and most especially towards the future he holds. It then all comes to the words. “DIE, DIE, DIE!” Stun in surprise as she does not expect to see the chaotic scene, with the pure dread, dripping blood, and gory site of the people’s decapitated bodies and forsaken lives under the seemingly human, yet a devil devouring