10-08-2020, 07:57 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11.5px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Ouroboros.
Betwixt sealed lips held own tail, upon self twisted, entwined in embrace incapable of concluding. Infinity shaped in faux skin painted with careful strokes, stalemate reframed in concept false in and of itself, construct both. Heavy the notion, and that which it embodied, among unravelling threads, poorly contained the numerous thoughts woven by exhaustion plagued mind. Within grand scheme, had been there any they may theoretically deem a truth rather than a comfort created in hope of understanding, minor their time. Passed by the course of years, elder though none the wiser left as they met inevitable conclusion, still child felt they for all experienced and felt.
Yet theirs was that encircled reptilian, infinite grains in imperceivable hourglass never permitted to drain, caught as was the ouroboros, as were they. A curse some may deem it, extended beyond natural possibility days grown heavy against shoulders aching beneath accumulated weight, others a blessing for the shackles may be cast aside. Had they cared enough, delegated even a few meagre moments to pondering such concepts, personal opinion may have been formed.
Near inaudible the sigh that parted pale lips, wooden hull a small construct, enough so lowered a paw of ebony, against calm surface the ocean bore trailing. Solitary their travels, staged upon land and sea alike though back had they been drawn to salt laden depths, the hushed murmur a comfort, creaking groan as ropes and mast alike shifted a gentle undercurrent. Lonesome may one grow in such, only company stories once written in hand forgein and yet their own. Slow the upward creep, almost instantaneous the withdraw with a strained laugh. Rather agonising combination flesh laid open, messy the bandages that hung in thin strips for worsened the headache that settled behind their eyes by the insistent pressure, and salt on short strands.
Among the assorted books once more did darkly hued feline sprawl, back once more cast mind that wandered and bobbed in a still tide. There was nothing, as always. Few the weeks they may recall, a broken blur of nought but colour messily smeared against closed eyelids, central point the abrasions upon their skull. Amnesia. One had spoken with a surety unshared, along nodding as he listed off what little he knew, lost the patient as he continued to ramble on. There had been nothing left that may assist in such case, offered only veiled excuses and against their chest thrust a journal and pen.
Write down what you remember. All you see if you feel like it, you might not remember but at least you've got a chance to start over.
Particular the one plucked from messy items, wear against leather cover speaking of age no other did, the inner cover scrawled across in hand unpractised with holding, let alone using, a writing implement. "Harland…" Further was written, though few the pages they had hesitantly thumbed through until a basic idea of this particular individual was formed in their mind, them if what was written may be believed though alien the thought. No other option was there upon the table and so, with some sense of hope, taken on themself the identity of this supposed stranger.
Harsh the end of their once peaceful journey, still the canvas sail pushed out by wind though ground ashore the hull with a petulant little noise, had they been of better mind almost relieved seemed it. More apparent their own, though it was bound in worry as over edge did arise head, sight that greeted them offering little. Golden the sands beneath midday sun, heavy hung the sun in sky speckled with fleeting clouds, mere wisps trailing along, along shore palm trees arising with dropped cargo littering their roots. Clumsy their exit from the grounded vessel, behind left belongings for later collection for deemed deserted this supposed paradise, left standing to look at paws sunk deep as once more they grew accustomed to ground.
May have been best they have taken a few test steps for jarring the impact, teeth clattering together and muffled their groan. Too long had they seemingly gone since walking, unnecessary as it was on a vessel built for a single occupant, long the minutes they simply lay. Gathered in time, rising aloft on legs that tremor, slower taken the sliding step, barely departing the sand. It is as such they traversed a fair portion of the empty shore, continued on in manner that permits curiosity to bloom in place of fear, slight the cant of head as narrowed vision swept along that in limited vision. Better may it be to rest a time, allow that thundering drum that seemed to ceaseless best in their skull until it cast a reverberation, yet better judgement was declined.
Still small but at the least genuine steps that which saw the supposed Harland — they were such, surely, who else may they be but the boy assisted by father until a time they may write their own tales — enter a more populated segment. Slow the activity, few between those they watched continue about their work or traverse the packed sand to white washed huts beyond the tides reach, dwindling beneath a sun still blistering even as the chill of autumn crept forth. No longer capable of holding their own weight upon their haunches did they fall with a nervous little chuckle drawn from their lips, startled and in part relieved, though tight the grasp fear had about their heart.
"I'm a right fool, should have known better." Unknown how words tumbled from barely moving lips, wanted internal monologue continued yet wider spanning the effects seemed to be, voice dying with an unsure little hum. For all their desire to depart there was no chance such may be even possible, a cruel melody begun, head almost felt to be splitting. To temple arose a paw and it was only the harsh press of teeth that stopped any sound from escaping, it seemed all too much had transpired and a price must be paid for their curiosity to be properly satiated.
Betwixt sealed lips held own tail, upon self twisted, entwined in embrace incapable of concluding. Infinity shaped in faux skin painted with careful strokes, stalemate reframed in concept false in and of itself, construct both. Heavy the notion, and that which it embodied, among unravelling threads, poorly contained the numerous thoughts woven by exhaustion plagued mind. Within grand scheme, had been there any they may theoretically deem a truth rather than a comfort created in hope of understanding, minor their time. Passed by the course of years, elder though none the wiser left as they met inevitable conclusion, still child felt they for all experienced and felt.
Yet theirs was that encircled reptilian, infinite grains in imperceivable hourglass never permitted to drain, caught as was the ouroboros, as were they. A curse some may deem it, extended beyond natural possibility days grown heavy against shoulders aching beneath accumulated weight, others a blessing for the shackles may be cast aside. Had they cared enough, delegated even a few meagre moments to pondering such concepts, personal opinion may have been formed.
Near inaudible the sigh that parted pale lips, wooden hull a small construct, enough so lowered a paw of ebony, against calm surface the ocean bore trailing. Solitary their travels, staged upon land and sea alike though back had they been drawn to salt laden depths, the hushed murmur a comfort, creaking groan as ropes and mast alike shifted a gentle undercurrent. Lonesome may one grow in such, only company stories once written in hand forgein and yet their own. Slow the upward creep, almost instantaneous the withdraw with a strained laugh. Rather agonising combination flesh laid open, messy the bandages that hung in thin strips for worsened the headache that settled behind their eyes by the insistent pressure, and salt on short strands.
Among the assorted books once more did darkly hued feline sprawl, back once more cast mind that wandered and bobbed in a still tide. There was nothing, as always. Few the weeks they may recall, a broken blur of nought but colour messily smeared against closed eyelids, central point the abrasions upon their skull. Amnesia. One had spoken with a surety unshared, along nodding as he listed off what little he knew, lost the patient as he continued to ramble on. There had been nothing left that may assist in such case, offered only veiled excuses and against their chest thrust a journal and pen.
Write down what you remember. All you see if you feel like it, you might not remember but at least you've got a chance to start over.
Particular the one plucked from messy items, wear against leather cover speaking of age no other did, the inner cover scrawled across in hand unpractised with holding, let alone using, a writing implement. "Harland…" Further was written, though few the pages they had hesitantly thumbed through until a basic idea of this particular individual was formed in their mind, them if what was written may be believed though alien the thought. No other option was there upon the table and so, with some sense of hope, taken on themself the identity of this supposed stranger.
Harsh the end of their once peaceful journey, still the canvas sail pushed out by wind though ground ashore the hull with a petulant little noise, had they been of better mind almost relieved seemed it. More apparent their own, though it was bound in worry as over edge did arise head, sight that greeted them offering little. Golden the sands beneath midday sun, heavy hung the sun in sky speckled with fleeting clouds, mere wisps trailing along, along shore palm trees arising with dropped cargo littering their roots. Clumsy their exit from the grounded vessel, behind left belongings for later collection for deemed deserted this supposed paradise, left standing to look at paws sunk deep as once more they grew accustomed to ground.
May have been best they have taken a few test steps for jarring the impact, teeth clattering together and muffled their groan. Too long had they seemingly gone since walking, unnecessary as it was on a vessel built for a single occupant, long the minutes they simply lay. Gathered in time, rising aloft on legs that tremor, slower taken the sliding step, barely departing the sand. It is as such they traversed a fair portion of the empty shore, continued on in manner that permits curiosity to bloom in place of fear, slight the cant of head as narrowed vision swept along that in limited vision. Better may it be to rest a time, allow that thundering drum that seemed to ceaseless best in their skull until it cast a reverberation, yet better judgement was declined.
Still small but at the least genuine steps that which saw the supposed Harland — they were such, surely, who else may they be but the boy assisted by father until a time they may write their own tales — enter a more populated segment. Slow the activity, few between those they watched continue about their work or traverse the packed sand to white washed huts beyond the tides reach, dwindling beneath a sun still blistering even as the chill of autumn crept forth. No longer capable of holding their own weight upon their haunches did they fall with a nervous little chuckle drawn from their lips, startled and in part relieved, though tight the grasp fear had about their heart.
"I'm a right fool, should have known better." Unknown how words tumbled from barely moving lips, wanted internal monologue continued yet wider spanning the effects seemed to be, voice dying with an unsure little hum. For all their desire to depart there was no chance such may be even possible, a cruel melody begun, head almost felt to be splitting. To temple arose a paw and it was only the harsh press of teeth that stopped any sound from escaping, it seemed all too much had transpired and a price must be paid for their curiosity to be properly satiated.
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