soul leaving(5)
Then she heard a familiar hissing of the wind behind her back, implying that another aerial was born: She was here to help it live as best as it could, even if it meant a fragile life. There was no way for it to become something permanent, strong.
Before she even managed to turn, the idea was already swept away by a single breath of wind. In the end, she couldn’t even ask for it’s name.
How many times she saw such a scene already?
A piece of material was all what left from somebody living barely few hours earlier.
Thinking that it was her lucky case, her honest help ended up as a clutch for the drowning man. She gave him more pain than relief and gave hope, that was dead from the start.
She was standing atop of the one of the highest hills in the area. There was a small mound with a twig and a leftover of the material wrapped around it, same as the one she held.
Her cube was possible to give relief to there corrupted ideas, it made them vanish.
Thanks to her, they never came back again as they used in the past, looping their existence for another day, month, year: Reincarnating, remembering painful memories, lamenting, wandering through the sand and then dying again. It was a really painful existence, and she honestly wished to help them, she didn’t want them to suffer. She was the one to say farewell to all of these ideas, acting like their guide to the next world. Moreover, she would feel quite uneasy if they were to be born again and again, bullying her for being immortal and stalking step by step with their unstable, sandy forms.
Before she even managed to turn, the idea was already swept away by a single breath of wind. In the end, she couldn’t even ask for it’s name.
How many times she saw such a scene already?
A piece of material was all what left from somebody living barely few hours earlier.
Thinking that it was her lucky case, her honest help ended up as a clutch for the drowning man. She gave him more pain than relief and gave hope, that was dead from the start.
She was standing atop of the one of the highest hills in the area. There was a small mound with a twig and a leftover of the material wrapped around it, same as the one she held.
Her cube was possible to give relief to there corrupted ideas, it made them vanish.
Thanks to her, they never came back again as they used in the past, looping their existence for another day, month, year: Reincarnating, remembering painful memories, lamenting, wandering through the sand and then dying again. It was a really painful existence, and she honestly wished to help them, she didn’t want them to suffer. She was the one to say farewell to all of these ideas, acting like their guide to the next world. Moreover, she would feel quite uneasy if they were to be born again and again, bullying her for being immortal and stalking step by step with their unstable, sandy forms.
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