Of Jade Snakes
Sandai Kitetsu
"The face of evil is most often that which displays beauty. The mind of evil is most often in the guise of so-called wisdom."
"I will not go back."
"You will. You will."
"I will not!"
"Silent. You will. You must."
"Why?"
He was answered with silence no matter how many times the question was asked. In a way, it was in itself a reason to stay here out of the darker place that was the outside world. It was the silence that Renne clung to in this bright yet empty world. The warmth was almost addictive against skin that had grown used to self-circulating heat. It was in itself, a relief that he could simply know there was sufficient warmth here.
The silence was an odd thing for him -- something Renne typically didn't like much of since it often left him with his own shadows.
He relished the silence this time.
In this bright silence, the shadows that haunted him weren't there. He didn't hear thunder or feel rain. He didn't exist in consistent doubt of himself or in pain. All of that was worlds away where Humans were relegated to the unknown. Here, the warmth was assured, he could eat when and what he needed and he didn't have to think about such things as the kind out there. Here, he simply was.
"You will go back."
"I will not."
He didn't want to go anywhere. Here was an ideal place were it not for that voice. Its words questioned Renne's defiance to remain here. Its timbre escaped his identification so he simply identified it as Human and therefore, not worth his consideration. What he did not know however, was that this place-time was a thief in the light. It was, as far as Renne was concerned, his remnant of happiness.
"I will not."
It was peaceful here, not counting that voice which insisted that he was to return to Out There. He didn't concern himself with the shadows and eventually, he didn't concern himself with his own identity -- what use was such a thing in a place where you were in complete solitude?
Time wore away his ability to care of such matters. Time could not wear away that insistent voice which became the only shadow in his halcyonic oblivion.
Sandai Kitetsu
"The face of evil is most often that which displays beauty. The mind of evil is most often in the guise of so-called wisdom."
"I will not go back."
"You will. You will."
"I will not!"
"Silent. You will. You must."
"Why?"
He was answered with silence no matter how many times the question was asked. In a way, it was in itself a reason to stay here out of the darker place that was the outside world. It was the silence that Renne clung to in this bright yet empty world. The warmth was almost addictive against skin that had grown used to self-circulating heat. It was in itself, a relief that he could simply know there was sufficient warmth here.
The silence was an odd thing for him -- something Renne typically didn't like much of since it often left him with his own shadows.
He relished the silence this time.
In this bright silence, the shadows that haunted him weren't there. He didn't hear thunder or feel rain. He didn't exist in consistent doubt of himself or in pain. All of that was worlds away where Humans were relegated to the unknown. Here, the warmth was assured, he could eat when and what he needed and he didn't have to think about such things as the kind out there. Here, he simply was.
"You will go back."
"I will not."
He didn't want to go anywhere. Here was an ideal place were it not for that voice. Its words questioned Renne's defiance to remain here. Its timbre escaped his identification so he simply identified it as Human and therefore, not worth his consideration. What he did not know however, was that this place-time was a thief in the light. It was, as far as Renne was concerned, his remnant of happiness.
"I will not."
It was peaceful here, not counting that voice which insisted that he was to return to Out There. He didn't concern himself with the shadows and eventually, he didn't concern himself with his own identity -- what use was such a thing in a place where you were in complete solitude?
Time wore away his ability to care of such matters. Time could not wear away that insistent voice which became the only shadow in his halcyonic oblivion.