Places Among the Stars
Candle was adorable. She had burned her hand by weaving too quickly. My elders were concerned. One flew over immediately, ramming aside the blankets of darkness. I was ashamed I was too far away to help. Her voice reminded me of someone else from my past, a jewel.
.oOo.
The
sun was turned on for a new day. A turn of the
knob. Who
wanted to determine the weather today? The most popular subjective illusion. I was exhausted by another
Gathering yesterday. It was
not fun. I kept myself
alive by writing poetry and drawing
cymbals. Too
polite to simply resign from the game. Another of my
alter-egos suggested I
go home to rest. I was thankful, but
my home was not truly visible in my apartment.
Oo.oO
The lunchtime game was played by the elven idealist (green as usual), Godmade (blue as usual), the elven savior (white as usual), the ring-bearer (black by choice), and I (red by default).
Godmade --- Savior
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--Creation---
Ring-bearer ------------- Idealist
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Eyes
We ordered Italian food, warmed by tomato sauce, and ran terrified away from the smell of
kimchee. We were alone in the dark forest. The
ring-bearer and the
elven idealist took the lead and weaved reality around us. High above, the stars twinkled from the
elven savior's domain as
Godmade claimed all the negative space. The rest came into
my world, by default. Three names were still unknown. We were
building a mystery, a story of
miracles and
magical realism.
Both Candle and I were in the game that page, while Eden outnumbered Teardrop 3 to 1, Candle to Eden, brandy to crow. History forgotten and remade, to turn the present into a gift, a cliche. The air was crisp, cold. The light of the moon dark and creepy. But we felt secure, thinking of the negative space all around. Yellow among white. It was a game within a game, within another. We peeled away the layers and found our own consciounessnesses. The world was left to punctuation marks. Mystery? Discovery! Hope,