SEVEN BILLION SOULS — MEETING & ORIENTATION [08/03]

[SAYØNARALULLABY]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　Darkness closing in reality. / Opening day the same before him. / Repeating. / Repeating. / Breathing. / Though, in the end, Ayon senses a presence of newly gold and bold approaching by his side. / Baby blue eyes are now on to the eyes that holds what cuts through the sky; oh, how the world will tear and weep from who he realizes is his older sister, Charon. / He have no fear of her, despite he is like a sheep who enters the wolf's den, however; / a wool to a pelt, they bleed blue and gold, but it is all divine from the stomach filled with wine nevertheless.

　　　Ayon nearly leans towards her touch as he gazes her mouth moving... / Oher... / Ses... / No orry... / Mother... / Masses... / No worry... / There is a fire, small, but strong. / Comfort is there, though, he himself is burning ( so what does that make instead to him? ) / It doesn't stop the celestial kit from nodding at her once the empty words dies off. / Gratitude flickers across Ayon's ocean stained eyes. / ❝ ..Tha..thank... you... ❞ / Rolling clouds. / Slow. / Soft. / A bare, single cut to it and under a blink, it will evaporate; weak.

　　　The wind begins to blow harshly through the reality, and so easy, Ayon moves towards the direction of where he sees the fainted white nearby. / His attention only locks on what he believes is a spirit, and the star child stops in front of her. / When her daggers and stolen teeth are more noticeable to see, he releases a small gasp and takes a step back, eyes widened, but remains silent. / A hanging star in ancient ink and blood. / A ghost who manages to crawl out of the never-ending flood, willing to make others drink hellfire with her.