Nico slowly walked barefoot through a reflective cave, where different living images of herself stared back at herself. As she moved through the labyrinthine cavern a pinpoint of light appeared, and acted as guide, growing the closer she came to her exit. As the light overcame her, Nico stepped out onto the balcony of a morpheous-house, constantly remolding itself like a sandcastle, looking out across panoramic views of a deep-sea valley of green and red mercury. Nico made her way to the ocean’s large beach, which she found covered in a chilly fog. An unfamiliar young man stood before her; his hair was messy, with alien brown eyes, but was dressed in Sect garb. The young man was gored. The ocean’s waves behind him gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows. The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet. He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist.
The ocean’s waves gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows. The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet. He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist. As he disappeared from view, his disturbing far away green-glass eyes that did not belong in his face were the last to leave her. Nico bit her lower lip, unable to describe life only as apathy. As the calm polluted the area, a slowing tik-tok filled the air until it stopped. Her hair fell around her face as she covered it with her trembling hands. She hasn’t once had a night since then without him appearing in her dreams, either as the primary topic or as a haunting peripheral. She cried, running from the ocean into an orchard that lined a grass path, and when she came to the river she pulled her night gown to her knees and crossed. The trees on the other side were wet the past rains, and matted Nico’s hair as well as soaking her skin; the wet hid the tears that now streamed down her face. Nico ran to the far side of a disintegrating Aeoli, continuing up a hill to the crumbling Temple with crooked stairs, supervised by the Seer Who Never Speaks.
Behind the Temple was a cemetery of disintegrating tombstones engraved with forgotten names. Nico turned left through sculpted gates into a formally landscaped terrace surrounded by foreign weeping trees, that increased the sense of distance between her and Aeoli. To the south was a parterre garden of pink, white, and blue flowers, encased a wrought fence, enhancing the feeling of complete seclusion. There a waterfall which filled a pond near the largest apple tree. This time rather than flowing into a pond, it emptied into a great and silent mercury ocean. A great and gorgeous woman rose from the mercury sea a distance from shore. The woman was covered in exquisite jewels, but otherwise was completely nude.
“I am the daughter of Fortitude,” said the woman approaching, “ravished continuously since youth. I am the sister of Understanding and Science; and the Single Light Star oppress me. They cover and desire me the infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I exist robed in the mist of the Circle of the Stars. My actions come like a zephyr, and are sweeter than lamprocanos dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling is in myself. The Fifth House know not where I walk, neither does the Ninth Fields understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I am sanctity and am not sanctified. Fortunate is embraced by me: for in silhouettes I am thorny sweetness, and in the day full of gratification. My company is a symphony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not. For lo, I am a loved of many, and am lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.
“Purge your paths, Soot of the Light, and wash your feet clean; bathe in the holy, and garb in righteousness.” The nude woman’s voice echoed, “Cast out your withered flower seeds, and burn their chaff; abstain from company of the besmirched, and then will I dwell amongst you; I will bring forth generations, and they shall be of comfort. I will open my legs, and stand enflamed before you, that your love is towards me.” The closer the woman became the clearer the words she chanted became: “Oh my darling, my darling…”
When the purple woman’s feet touched the sand beneath the water, the binary suns sped up their axial spinning, and the Aeolya Belt vacillated in its rotations. Uncontrollably Nico embraced the strange woman as mother, and the sun came closer, so that Nico could see its orange halo and destructive flares. The clouds blew across the sky as if blewn by a hundred kilometer per hour winds. Behind Nico she could hear buzzing like a mosquito. The sun continued to rise searing the sky, stretching shadows until they turned grey. When the suns reached their apex, the moon rose followed by blue noiselessness. Mother’s hands pushed Nico from the noise, transforming into white silence, which in turn encapsulated invading sounds of Aeoli.
From behind Nico thunder clouds formed and advanced. The clouds swirled and formed horrid images, absorbing the stars in its path. When the clouds covered Nico they opened up releasing rain that dissolved the home around her, leaving only great ocean. Nico held her breath as she collapsed to the ground. She cursed tasting fear. Then the ground opened and took Nico in. The tree leaves encased her body, sealed in place by marching ants. As the ant bejeweled cocoon fell over Nico’s face she saw the sky go black, and she was then blind. Mercury leached from the walls filling the cavernous ground. Nico smelled burning flesh, bones, and abstraction.
Nico woke late that morning, a pillow cradled between her arms, and sweat coated her warm body.