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Into the Murky Depths

Adea is finally ready to start her beloved. She had been dreaming of this night, and now it’s finally happening! She wonders what the ceremony will be like? And what will happen afterwards, Adea hopes she’s ready. 

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I looked at the mirror in front of me. It was one of the oldest things in the house. Hundreds of years of people have gazed into the mirror. Watching the glass crack and gold tarnish. No matter how much polishing and shining, they couldn’t stop the passage of time. But it wouldn’t matter for much longer. The golden flowers would glitter and bloom once more, and I would be able to see everything reflected in the glass. 

But in the few more minutes until the big moment I would have to make due and look at my slightly warped reflection. What I could see was perfect. We had all been preparing for this day for years, and it was what I had been dreaming of since I was a little girl. My skin was a glowing deep brown. And I could see the excitement glittering in my eyes. I fingered the crystal necklace hanging from my neck, and the tulle framing my curly black locks.

“No fidgeting, Adea, don’t want to muss your dress,” my caretaker, Maeve said even though she was the one who was fidgeting. Placing her papery pale brown hand on my shoulder. Then brushing one of my curls out of my place. And if she wasn’t touching me she was pacing, around and around the top of the tower we were in.

It wouldn’t be much longer. Lights were starting to appear all around the house, and night was falling rapidly. 

Yes, I thought, soon, we’ll be together soon.

There was a creaking sound behind me, and I had to physically stop myself from squealing. I didn’t turn around. I knew what Maeve would be doing. A respectful gesture to the new-comers and ushering them towards me. From behind, a bouquet of flowers was placed in my lap. I wrapped my hands around the stems, not even flinching as the thorns pierced my palms. 

Besides, a little blood won’t hurt, I thought as Maeve linked elbows with me and helped me out of the chair.

The smell of lily of the valley, jasmine, and white rose comforted me as I walked across the wooden floor. My bare feet making no noise from underneath my dress. Carefully and slowly Maeve helped me down the ladder, the skirt of my dress going down bit by bit. Once we were down the ladder we stopped as they opened the second trap door. I looked out the window, dazzled by what I saw below me.

Everyone was standing side by side on the lawn holding flickering lanterns aloft,  making a twinkling path for me down towards the lake. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew the arch stood waiting for me. Where my beloved would be waiting for me.

The light shifted, and instead of gazing at the lawn, I was met with my own reflection. My dress, my dress! It was older than me, older than Maeve even. It was white and studded with real, weighty gems on the bodice. The skirt and sleeves ballooned outward with tulle and even more gems. For years I had been tailoring it, making sure not a thread was out of place or fold was unnecessary. It was the best I could make it and I knew it looked stunning. I knew my beloved would love it. 

“Get a move on, Adea, don’t want to keep Them waiting, do you?” Maeve chastised me playfully.

“Of course not!” I assured her and started down the latter. 

From then on all we had to negotiate was the swirling hallways of the house and getting to the stairs. Wood paneling up the sides of the walls ending in fields and fields of wallpaper flowers. Everything had the familiar smell of dust and fabric. Maeve was still leading me by the elbow while the two people who had first come and got me were behind us. 

Inconspicuously as possible I tried to turn my eyes around to see who they were. Maybe it was Harris and Jamie,they were in charge of important ceremonies. Or maybe they had sent some other people to get me, if so who were they? That mystery kept me going as we walked down the rug-covered stairs and arrived at the front door. We all paused at the door for Maeve to get ready.

She pulled her night-colored hood over her face and clipped a veil over what wasn’t covered. Once she was done doing this she once again started to fuss over me. Brushing all of the hair and fabric away from my face, making sure there were no wrinkles or stains in my dress. And once again checking my face. Only my face could be visible for the ceremony. Didn’t want my beloved to get confused after all.

Once everything was covered up, and I looked the best I would ever look, the two people I didn’t know opened the door. Maeve and I stepped out of the house, quickly descending from the deck and taking our first steps onto the lawn. The grass was wet under my feet. In the background, the night creatures of the wood were starting to awaken. The owls were starting their hunt, and I could hear the squeak of bats. I could hear the rippling of water on the lake. But what was in front of me was all I was paying attention to.

As I had seen from the window everyone was standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Holding their lanterns aloft and being as silent as possible.

Once the ceremony started, no one could talk but me. No one’s face could be visible but mine. It was my big day, and I was the center of attention. My beloved had to be focused on me and only me. There was no room for error after so much preparation.

I started tearing up as I walked across the smooth dirt path towards the lake, Even though they’re not allowed to talk they’re all doing so much for me! 

No matter what would happen to me with my beloved, it was the least I could do for all the people supporting me. Maeve walked me down the path and I glanced sideways every few steps. Everyone was covered in their night-colored hoods and cloaks, but I knew who was who. 

My favorite tutor, Isla, with her familiar dignified stance. My childhood playmate, Olly, with his playfully wiggling arms. Every posture, every stance, everybody I could recognize and remember the time we had spent together. I didn’t know where my beloved would take me or what would happen to me after the ceremony, but I was happier than I had ever been or would be in my entire life. I was so glad that everyone had come to see me off, so glad they cared for me.

Maeve and I were coming to the end of the dirt path. Dirt mixed with the sandy banks of the lake and created a thick mud that squelched between my toes. Maeve started squeezing my elbow harder, and I chuckled silently.

“Don’t worry, we’re meeting at a lake. I'm sure They won’t mind a little mud on my hem.”

Maeve didn’t speak, of course, but I could tell she was more relaxed. We were in sight of the arch, and I could hear cicadas singing in the reeds. I smiled and looked at Maeve, trying to see the outline of her beautifully wrinkled features through the veil. Speaking more would be dangerous, but I hoped that she could see the gratitude in my eyes. She had done so much for me since before I could remember, and it was fitting that she was the last person I would see before my beloved took me away.

Once I was done trying to say thank you I continued walking toward the arch. It was just me from that point on. No friends lighting the way and no Maeve. Just me, the now muddy path, and nature all around me. 

The arch was sitting on the waterline and I paused to look at it, but I didn’t look back. Made from the oldest tree that we had been nurturing since the beginning. Branches weaved together skillfully, with leaves still growing around the bark. I had seen the arch before, but that night it had more gravity. More energy, drawing me towards it. I didn’t fight the pull, knowing that soon I would be in the arms of my beloved.

Flowers still in my hand, I walked through the arch and into the lake. The water first started to pool in my footsteps, then it started to push against my feet. I tried my hardest not to trip as I waded further in. Maeve would have been happy knowing that the mud was being washed off of my dress. Further and further I went in and the water got colder and colder. 

Eventually I couldn’t walk in anymore without being completely submerged. Again I paused, but the pull of my beloved was enough to squish any doubt. I went in and continued walking, holding my breath and trying to keep my grip on the flowers underwater. I couldn’t walk forever, and eventually I was just floating. The gems on my dress served their purpose, weighing me down making me sink deeper and deeper into the dark depths. I couldn’t feel if the flowers were still in my hands as my breath gave out. 

Water rushed into my lungs and chilled my insides, my dress doing nothing to keep me warm. Time seemed to slow down as I sank deeper and deeper, smiling, knowing that I would be taken care of. My body went limp and up was down and nothing was normal. Just for a second, I was scared. But just for a moment. Once that moment had passed I was embraced in warmth. Still soaking wet, and without the flowers, but I felt amazing. 

I looked up into the murky eyes of my beloved and smiled. She was beautiful.

His shattered dreams

With her broken pieces

Millions of scattered wishes

Wrapped with shower of kisses

Binding them whole

Gliding like a dew

Along the hollow corridors

Of time

And space

Their footsteps as they pace

A resounding rhyme

Two souls entwined

A mesmerizing chime

-Souls entwined,

Katie, 20:00

There are times when I refuse to go home. Home, I don't know if I still have one. Wood and concrete, dead souls and winter nights, these are warmer now... way warmer than the place I used to call home. So tonight, I'll linger in the streets, in the empty and quiet spaces of the city. I'll trick myself to believe I have someone waiting for me. I'll sip my cold coffee, tell the wind to stop humming songs. For they only make me long, long for a place I no longer belong...

-empty and quiet spaces,

Katie, 21:30

Let's write something

That doesn't involve guns

And blood

Too much yelling I

Cover my ears with lies

The world is a better place

Always a better place

To die in

They say it's the only

Habitable planet there is

But all I see are graveyards

Stretching far and wide

Like stars plotted

In a chaotic sky

Oh I sigh,

Believing all the lies

Uttered so we can survive

The night

While thunderous bombs

Resound

Here and there

Fallen bodies scattered

Everywhere

Maybe I

I will let you speak

About love to me tonight

It doesn't matter now

If you'll lie

We will die sooner or later

You and I

So let's drink to all the fallen souls

Wrap our hearts with steel

While we profess love

Such a foreign emotion

We can't even fathom

But we say it anyhow

Like it's as nonsense

As the war going on

I will let you sprinkle each word

With sugar

So they'll taste sweet

If I roll them on my tongue

And say them back to you

A response

That could melt glaciers

Perhaps in a different time

But tonight may only be

The chance left for us

So what are you waiting for

Lie to me

Let's stage the greatest farce

In this time of war

We'll be the great pretenders,

You and I,

-Chaotic sky,

Katie, 18th of December 2019

What am I supposed to say? Stay? How would I make it sound like I am not begging? My love, I don't know how. I'm not good at this. So if you please, just sit with me. But if you want to leave, just go. Right now. Run far away. Don't look back so you won't see me breaking gently and change your mind. The worst that you can do is come back not because you love me but because you're sorry. In the name of the love that I bravely professed and all the poems that I ran in my head, leave me with my pride and sanity intact.

-If you have to leave...

Katie, 16:00

Back in the day

My heart

Which was badly broken,

It was fine

With the world

Ending in 2012

Now I'm glad it didn't

I'm glad the world

Didn't stop spinning

Right then and there

I'm glad time kept moving

Or our paths would not cross

And I wouldn't have

Fallen in love

With you...

-If the world ended in 2012,

Katie, 24:00

If I can transform

Into a liquid

I want to be the tears

That fall from your eyes

And wash away

Traces of loneliness

From your heart

So you can smile again

After I'm gone

I am willing to disappear

From your world

If that's what it takes

For you to be happy

Forever

(I just want to love you right.)

-Transform into a tear,

Katie, 24:30

I am made

To coexist

With love

And coffee beans

Love and coffee beans,

Katie, 18:45

His eyes were golden

When the light passed through them

And he stared at me

Like I fell from heaven

But I came from the raging sea

Swam to shore to meet the me

That he found surfing with the waves

Longing to be set free

-His eyes were golden,

Katie, 16:00

He,

He encompasses all the dreams

That I want to come true

-All the dreams,

Katie, 20:45

Ours is not a romance. It is a tragedy. History made it so. Not to tell a lesson. But to make people feel...feel something. Love is not always good for the heart. It is not always butterflies in the stomach, or a bouquet of freshly picked roses. It is a game that we have to play sometimes. Even though the rules are not always fair and you have to die a death you don't deserve to give life to the other. You can't complain. Nor file an appeal. That's not how it works. For the jury, it doesn't always give its verdict in favor of the hopeless romantic. The judge passes your sentence with the pound of his gavel. And the next thing you know, you're being thrown in a faraway dungeon. No, it is not a romance at all. History has its own messy twists, don't you think? And love...it is not always blissful. So if you have to drink from that cup, make sure you are capable of enduring unspeakable things. For that's the essense of everything love has ever put forth for the sake of its own godly name.

-Love isn't always good for the hopeless romantic,

Katie, 20:00

I don't even care anymore.

Rain pouring relentlessly

Sea breeze whispering to me

All the secrets of the night

Moonbeam reaching your eyes

Stardust before me

As I smile

And forget who we are

For a while

I simply stopped caring

The wind as it sings

Brings back my silent screams

All words I longed to breathe

Before you

Wishing they'll calm you

As your storm blows

Belligerently

Reminding me of the long December night

Footsteps breaking

My solitude

I don't care now

If you leave, just leave

Like an autumn leaf

Depart yourself from me

Fall

Irrevocably

To the hands

That you trust would catch you

Better

Than I would

-Fall like an autumn leaf,

Katie, 21:00

Thank you for setting me free. For choosing to let go. For giving up on me. You know how I broke the moment your footsteps died in the hall. Tore my heart out when the truth that we’re finally over dawned. I was desperate, crying for hours over a love I thought would last. For weeks I kept imploring the gods. In grief, I was begging you to come back.

Then suddenly, I was no longer grieving. Suddenly, I was no longer pained. Suddenly, I was no longer mumbling your name.

For in the darkness, he found me. Brave as Lochinvar, he took my hand. Suddenly, I am looking at the sunset. Suddenly, I notice his eyes are golden. Suddenly he becomes my one and only. Suddenly, he means the world to me.

-He means the world to me,

Katie, 20:00

I was so young

and carefree

and naive

and I have loved you so much

like I was just a sojourner

in this world

-katie, 15:47

How tall are some of the characters

that's a good question! I've actually thought about it before, so here's the list of their heights and ages!

Mark: 5'3, 30

Angelo: 4'9, 28

Charlotte: 4'7, 27

Dylan: 6'1, 31

Phil: 5'5 ft, 29

(There are other characters too, I just gotta conceptualize them first)

Yk that you’re old art of yours au of pizzahead reminds me of cartoon cat kinda

LMAO, thats pretty neat! I tried making him kinda scary (though probably because big empty void eyes scare ME) but yknow! I finally around to redesigning him! I used Billy Bob from Showbiz Pizzeria as inspo!