Tempestuous Tranquility
The sun glittered over the forest, reflecting off the the vibrant green foliage that sheltered the river. Woodnotes danced on the summer breeze, warping through the tight-knit branches to encircle the white clouds haunting the landscape.
A young woman wove through the trees, her skirts catching on the underbrush in her daze. She shut her eyes, her lips forming soundless words, chaotic even as the silence chained them. Her breath came in shallow rasps, yet she drove her legs to move faster.
Thunder crashed in her darkness, flashes of bright light appearing as she ran, gone before she could register more than their mere presence. The rapidly changing light pressed down on her, enveloping her mind with the tourbillion of zenosyne. Her foot caught on an unseen rock, sending her rolling into the river.
The sudden touch of serenity returned her to the forest, a gasp echoing through the trees as she opened her eyes. Her hands groped the water, fighting for purchase against the slick riverbed. Hitting something jagged, she winced before looking down through the clear, mazarine waters at the broken-necked glass bottle that laid atop the smooth stones.
Bringing the bottle out of the river, she noticed a small paper rolled up inside. Unable to reach her fingers into it, she leaned back to smash the bottle against a large rock on the riverbank. Grabbing the paper, she unrolled it to find a single word written upon it.
Lachrymose anguish drenched her features as her shaking hands dropped the paper which was quickly swept out of sight. The forest had faded to a virid blur as she scrambled out of the river to collapse at its edge. Her hands went up to clench the sides of her head as she rocked back and forth, a high, keening moan cutting through the birds' cheerful melody.
She stood on the rocky beach, basking in the wide open air even as she was pounded by the storm. As she twirled atop a boulder, laughter met the cimmerian sky at every step. Lightning lanced towards her, closer each time, yet she danced as if caught in a daydream.
As the memory took hold of her, the sky above was louring, obscuring the habromania that had been held in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled in the newfound darkness, unseeing, yet captivated by what laid before them.
Her dance grew faster until she was just a blur to any who laid eyes upon her. As she spun, her foot landed on empty air, sending her into the waiting embrace of the turbulent sea. Still caught up in her deafening reverie, she remained unaware as she fell.
When the waves closed over her head, her trance was broken, and she opened her eyes to panic. Unable to breathe, she watched as her vision grew dimmer and unfocused. As her eyes slid shut, she relaxed into the grasp of chimerical dreams.
Her breath grew faster, matching the increasing haste of the wind. She raised her head, turning her sightless eyes to the apex of the gale. At the touch of her awareness, the tempest began to fall.
Her eyelids fluttered as she felt a gentle touch on her shoulders. She began to glow, a soft aura of crimson that cut through the deepening waters. Awaiting death, she knew no fear, no pain, no sorrow. Only the halcyon sway of eternal slumber.
A cacophonous crash brought her back from oblivion. Her eyes flinched as a battlefield gradually formed out of the blur of colour that had wavered before her. Littered with bodies, the bitter scent of metal rose from the chaos to assault her senses.
Her chest grew tight, for she knew that field; this battle had not yet taken place. The war had been at a stalemate for quite a while now, and this, she knew must be the resurgence of their aggressions. It was appalling, thousands of lives wasted on a pointless war. This would destroy the fragile accord that so many had already given their lives to form.
Beneath her closed eyelids, her pupils narrowed in fierce resolve. She would not allow such a grievous waste. They all deserved more than that as their legacy. As the battlefield faded away, she found enough air to awaken herself from the trance of death. Fixing the indelible image in her mind, she focused on it even as it began to slip away from her.
Her back arched as she felt the scent of death all around her. The squall pressed down upon her, and she found she hadn't the strength to resist, collapsing back onto the dirt.
As she snapped out of her uncertain limbo, she propelled herself back towards the ocean surface as quickly as she was able. The depths called to her, but she shook her head and steeled herself against them. What felt like only seconds later, her head burst above the waves, and she gulped the salty air.
She swam to the shore, climbing back out onto the rocks, and sat down next to a bottle, pen, and paper that had not been there before. After a moment, she grasped at the pen and paper, scrawling a single word before her time under the ocean faded away. Still, she felt compelled to roll up the paper, place it in the bottle, and let the current take the bottle wherever it may.
In the midst of the cyclone, her sight returned along with the resolve of memory. She forced herself to rise, ready, as destiny came to call. She surrendered to the embrace of the storm, taking its essence upon herself.
The wind swirled, sending a folly of leaves cascading to the forest floor. As the air cleared, the sun bloomed again, a rutilant aura forming around the trees. She was gone with the darkness, and fate would allow neither to return.
A young woman wove through the trees, her skirts catching on the underbrush in her daze. She shut her eyes, her lips forming soundless words, chaotic even as the silence chained them. Her breath came in shallow rasps, yet she drove her legs to move faster.
Thunder crashed in her darkness, flashes of bright light appearing as she ran, gone before she could register more than their mere presence. The rapidly changing light pressed down on her, enveloping her mind with the tourbillion of zenosyne. Her foot caught on an unseen rock, sending her rolling into the river.
The sudden touch of serenity returned her to the forest, a gasp echoing through the trees as she opened her eyes. Her hands groped the water, fighting for purchase against the slick riverbed. Hitting something jagged, she winced before looking down through the clear, mazarine waters at the broken-necked glass bottle that laid atop the smooth stones.
Bringing the bottle out of the river, she noticed a small paper rolled up inside. Unable to reach her fingers into it, she leaned back to smash the bottle against a large rock on the riverbank. Grabbing the paper, she unrolled it to find a single word written upon it.
Remember.
Lachrymose anguish drenched her features as her shaking hands dropped the paper which was quickly swept out of sight. The forest had faded to a virid blur as she scrambled out of the river to collapse at its edge. Her hands went up to clench the sides of her head as she rocked back and forth, a high, keening moan cutting through the birds' cheerful melody.
She stood on the rocky beach, basking in the wide open air even as she was pounded by the storm. As she twirled atop a boulder, laughter met the cimmerian sky at every step. Lightning lanced towards her, closer each time, yet she danced as if caught in a daydream.
As the memory took hold of her, the sky above was louring, obscuring the habromania that had been held in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled in the newfound darkness, unseeing, yet captivated by what laid before them.
Her dance grew faster until she was just a blur to any who laid eyes upon her. As she spun, her foot landed on empty air, sending her into the waiting embrace of the turbulent sea. Still caught up in her deafening reverie, she remained unaware as she fell.
When the waves closed over her head, her trance was broken, and she opened her eyes to panic. Unable to breathe, she watched as her vision grew dimmer and unfocused. As her eyes slid shut, she relaxed into the grasp of chimerical dreams.
Her breath grew faster, matching the increasing haste of the wind. She raised her head, turning her sightless eyes to the apex of the gale. At the touch of her awareness, the tempest began to fall.
Her eyelids fluttered as she felt a gentle touch on her shoulders. She began to glow, a soft aura of crimson that cut through the deepening waters. Awaiting death, she knew no fear, no pain, no sorrow. Only the halcyon sway of eternal slumber.
A cacophonous crash brought her back from oblivion. Her eyes flinched as a battlefield gradually formed out of the blur of colour that had wavered before her. Littered with bodies, the bitter scent of metal rose from the chaos to assault her senses.
Her chest grew tight, for she knew that field; this battle had not yet taken place. The war had been at a stalemate for quite a while now, and this, she knew must be the resurgence of their aggressions. It was appalling, thousands of lives wasted on a pointless war. This would destroy the fragile accord that so many had already given their lives to form.
Beneath her closed eyelids, her pupils narrowed in fierce resolve. She would not allow such a grievous waste. They all deserved more than that as their legacy. As the battlefield faded away, she found enough air to awaken herself from the trance of death. Fixing the indelible image in her mind, she focused on it even as it began to slip away from her.
Her back arched as she felt the scent of death all around her. The squall pressed down upon her, and she found she hadn't the strength to resist, collapsing back onto the dirt.
As she snapped out of her uncertain limbo, she propelled herself back towards the ocean surface as quickly as she was able. The depths called to her, but she shook her head and steeled herself against them. What felt like only seconds later, her head burst above the waves, and she gulped the salty air.
She swam to the shore, climbing back out onto the rocks, and sat down next to a bottle, pen, and paper that had not been there before. After a moment, she grasped at the pen and paper, scrawling a single word before her time under the ocean faded away. Still, she felt compelled to roll up the paper, place it in the bottle, and let the current take the bottle wherever it may.
In the midst of the cyclone, her sight returned along with the resolve of memory. She forced herself to rise, ready, as destiny came to call. She surrendered to the embrace of the storm, taking its essence upon herself.
The wind swirled, sending a folly of leaves cascading to the forest floor. As the air cleared, the sun bloomed again, a rutilant aura forming around the trees. She was gone with the darkness, and fate would allow neither to return.
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