(THE TEA CEREMONY)
TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK!
The clock would say.
RING A LING DING!
It would sing.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
The way of its footsteps.
PRIDE, LUST, GREED, ENVY, SLOTH, GLUTTONY, and WRATH.
With the name of the sins that are held up and dropped with the weight of their curses. Everything crumbles around the core and half stage of the 4th and within the circle of AVARICE, as the book blew back unto her arms and everything turns into the same circle where she is in that middle surrounded by the torches with their respective flames.
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(THAT CHIMERA) “THE TWELVE HOLDERS, THE SHRINE MAIDEN. TWO ARE TAKEN INTO HIDING WHERE ONE IS HELD IN A PRISON, WHILE THE OTHER IS SLEEPING DEAD. TO THE UPCOMING PRINCE, YET A SHARD OF THE VERY SHARD OF THE ORIGINAL, ONE HOLDER IS A TRAITOR AS THE OTHER ONE IS ON THE BRIM OF HER ONCE SIN. NOW, NOW, NOW. CAN I STILL REMEMBER MY STANCE?” hearing the warning from her voice as she reads the lips of her own, but pins towards the future and into the loop of last and the seventh. Everything shifted once more as she now understands the core of this prominent holder’s sin. For it is not just like any other, as it lies in between the circle of Wrath and Sloth, that is tainted the balance will fall right unto either of the chaos of the destruction. “Now I understand.” &n
(JACK OF ALL TRADES) “TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING, NOW THAT YOU ARE ME,” Hearing the words and the inevitable sacrifice that turns the future and into that loop of seventh to what it is. The horror is finally starting, as she looks attentively at the scenes, but pins her attention towards the deal and the being that introduces himself as, “God.” In the name and title that no one of them should defy, will ever defy, and can defy. The scene that turns into a static stance faded, as she is left into that void and darkness, yet wonders and ask the pleading question. “Let me see the chimera he created to replace me.” Somehow knowing, as she is beginning to see the whole picture and the larger picture of the rooted puzzle
(BLACK CARDS) THE BLACK PEARL. Sees everything as the clock stands still and pauses unto the scene in front of her. She now completely understands the sin and the core of the prominent holder that this stage of five and unto the circle of Wrath and Sloth belongs into, as of why, how, and what it all comes into a circle and fault for everything. “Farah.” She whispers as the image of the vessel that is her future is being drawn unto the book and by which fate is linked and created by her very existence. She looks at the image of the young prince that turns into a dark prince from the changes and agreed with what befalls him. Unto the chimera that she ought to give her body for the other to take the deal from HIM and for her to live in that very vessel. Everything is accordi
(APOTHECARY) “WELL THEN, I’D LOVE TO MEET THAT CHIMERA.” Brewing the good stuff as she prepares every ingredient and carefully plans and execute the right formula to cure the sick, poison the devil, and curse the ones who inflicted such pain and cruelty. Her smile now becomes big, as she can now genuinely does, after all, she had been enlightened, as her memories are finally brought back unto her mind and her very existence and survival now finally had significance. “Apothecary.” She whispers, naming herself in that old name, in that old ways, but the most mysterious, somehow cunning and brewing a stance of darkness, yet after all that and at the very end of the road, she surely is the angel without wings. Once more and with another snap
(THE ALCHEMIST TOWER) TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! The clock once more says, echoing and engulfing the entire hallow and dark space where the concept is ironic as it may seem for avoiding runs in endless space and sound is too impossible to bounce its vibration back to create such loud melody unlike what is the void is claiming towards her through the ticking sound of the clock. TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! It still echoes, and soon enough more can be heard as she is somewhat surrounded by clocks that are taunting and warning her of something greater than any dread that it is used to be and all that it is. She found herself in the same void, yet beyond the door that welcomes her inside. With nothingness around, but the sound of the ticking clocks. The book fl
(ARCANE PHILOSOPHER) “CAN YOU DO IT? WILL YOU DO IT? JK?” Hearing her voice which brings the darkness and dread that her life and very sin as her core brings her into the future where she is hearing right now, but she is witnessing in a blur. JK by which voice she recognizes and very much known smirks, giggles, and with insult says. “I took the deal, I am playing this game, as I am swimming in the exact darkness where you pulled me into and where you are even deeper by now. Everything for him, in this darkness and this life, I’ll gladly take and make everything for the sake of the sins.” Peculiar, somewhat vague, deep, but hits the point. Her attention is shifted to the box that she gives him. A box that is a perfect image, clear and bright unto her vision, where the markings
(THE CORNER INTO FABLES) “CURSES, PLAY, DREAD, SINS, LIES, AND THE TRUTH. HAVE YOU FOUND YOURSELF TORN IN THE FOLLOWING?” Smiling as she is completely calm and holding the answer to the inevitable tale of like a fable, but marks the world of Wonderland by Lewis Carol. The voice is satisfied with that only smile that marks unto her face, as it giggles for a while amused by her and every corner of this game, as the riddle points with the words that go like this. “The same with the heart that comes from the shard pieces of the original. Split in half for the whole just sacrifice something in between. Both hold the sands of time, but the other is the reverse form. Two souls that are living a separate life and soon will become the source of the vessel's sins embodiment. They that acted differently, living the opposite l
(SILVER LINE) “DO YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT SELFISH DEAL WITH ME?” Witnessing another deal, another dread, and another soul that is being pulled into the depth of darkness where everything is a blood-curdling play of the Supremes games of chess. She watches as the hand of the destined one reaches out and speaks the word that seals and ended everything. “Deal.” With the mark of his sinister smile, the answer to her desire, and the deal that revolves everything into the point of her core sin. The holder is drifted by time, lost in the moment, and found herself in another dimension that she should not be. Her ability is not the one she originally holds. The gate that she opens is a façade and a trap after all, as her entire known life is not what it should be.