But on Voyage 34 he finally met himself coming down an up-staircase, and the encounter was crushing.
It all starts with a staircase.
A young girl called Kelos in an oversized purple sweater, jeans and dirty pink sandshoes who is walking through a house that just doesn't feel right. It is early morning or late afternoon, the lighting deceiving. Is she in a dream' Or is this happening" Even Kelos cannot say so herself. Whichever is the truth, it does not matter. For in real time and not she is left with a ruined knee, the young woman a walking fractured fairytale. Kelos fell down a flight of stairs and never quite was the same. Sequestered away and forced into seclusion afterwards, which does funny things to a person, Kelos and Morvern are lost, are changed.
There was a case of a child who woke up writing backwards. The child had dreamt of being hit in the head with a ball. So the child was encouraged to have the same dream once again, so that they may write correctly. This method of thinking worked.
Kelos, in her peculiar happenstance, who feels as though she sits at the bottom of the staircase most days, wonders herself of a similar method, wondering if she were to fall down that fateful staircase again, that perhaps she might wake up again, and her knee would be fine and she would not be Morvern Deco, nineteen on Halloween Day, October childe, dressed in her festival colors. That maybe she would not need crutches. That maybe she was never a recluse, living an eccentric life under the watchful eyes of parents, but free to roam.
But what if perhaps it was that freedom that had allowed her to walk straight into that strange mansion in the first place" One strange solely for its being enchanted. Only took the right girl and the right accident at the right time for all to be warped and placed back to front.
So this is the beginning of Kelos' tale. And Morvern's too. The same person perhaps on different sides of the same mirror. October Childe. That would never change. Halloween was her land. But something happened, and she must discover what it was.
There are differences, and in these different lingering possibilities. For where Kelos was good at running, at sports, at maths, Morvern is fanciful, whimsical, and an exceptional painter with an imagination that is boundless, her personality childlike, exuberant, her clothing theatrical, as though everyday were play-pretend. Princess or Ring Master.
While Kelos was just a tomboy in a purple jumper with jeans and dirty pink sneakers. Climbing trees and coming first in track and field. She had never known what Morvern does, yet they share the same pair of eyes.
The possibilities are endless.
It all starts with a staircase.
A young girl called Kelos in an oversized purple sweater, jeans and dirty pink sandshoes who is walking through a house that just doesn't feel right. It is early morning or late afternoon, the lighting deceiving. Is she in a dream' Or is this happening" Even Kelos cannot say so herself. Whichever is the truth, it does not matter. For in real time and not she is left with a ruined knee, the young woman a walking fractured fairytale. Kelos fell down a flight of stairs and never quite was the same. Sequestered away and forced into seclusion afterwards, which does funny things to a person, Kelos and Morvern are lost, are changed.
There was a case of a child who woke up writing backwards. The child had dreamt of being hit in the head with a ball. So the child was encouraged to have the same dream once again, so that they may write correctly. This method of thinking worked.
Kelos, in her peculiar happenstance, who feels as though she sits at the bottom of the staircase most days, wonders herself of a similar method, wondering if she were to fall down that fateful staircase again, that perhaps she might wake up again, and her knee would be fine and she would not be Morvern Deco, nineteen on Halloween Day, October childe, dressed in her festival colors. That maybe she would not need crutches. That maybe she was never a recluse, living an eccentric life under the watchful eyes of parents, but free to roam.
But what if perhaps it was that freedom that had allowed her to walk straight into that strange mansion in the first place" One strange solely for its being enchanted. Only took the right girl and the right accident at the right time for all to be warped and placed back to front.
So this is the beginning of Kelos' tale. And Morvern's too. The same person perhaps on different sides of the same mirror. October Childe. That would never change. Halloween was her land. But something happened, and she must discover what it was.
There are differences, and in these different lingering possibilities. For where Kelos was good at running, at sports, at maths, Morvern is fanciful, whimsical, and an exceptional painter with an imagination that is boundless, her personality childlike, exuberant, her clothing theatrical, as though everyday were play-pretend. Princess or Ring Master.
While Kelos was just a tomboy in a purple jumper with jeans and dirty pink sneakers. Climbing trees and coming first in track and field. She had never known what Morvern does, yet they share the same pair of eyes.
The possibilities are endless.