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Bruno X/Heather: Azentenza Island (Chapter 1)This is a snippet to a project that I have been working on for 14 years. It's something that means a lot to me, and I'm very nervous about sharing amongst the Interwebs. I would really like your feedback, so please bear with me as this is an incredibly rough draft to a really long story. If you want to use any material, please ask me first.Bruno X/Heather: Azentenza Island (Chapter 1) by raymix1000
Chapter 1: Beginning with a Reset
The year is 500 Septillion B.C.E...
We see an island covered by clouds and the waters are calm. The trees are filled with life and the sky is as clear as the finest silverware. We pass the trees to a vast city, with buildings made of gold with bronze outlines, and some that even try to reach the heavens. The citizens of this island are known as the Equinox, the Guardians of Time to ensure the lineage vortex remains stable. They are able to repair paradoxes, but they are not to ever interfere with the lineage, for it would bring dire consequences.
One of the Equinox, Malaeson, ap
Ghost OperaHow many days have gone by?Ghost Opera by soulessreaper
I’m suffocating inside this box
Living within myself,
Within my greatest lie
My only weapon, my tears
Protect me from my discomfort,
From my fears
This pendulous fall into the spiral
Strips away the curtain of innocence
A veil of confidence now tainted
This is a war I can’t win
A war over who I want to become
And what I currently am
Am I an angel?
Am I a demon?
The instrument of my salvation
And of my damnation
Surrounded by the ghosts that haunt me
Courage, empower me to survive
For that I am the star of this opera
And I will need the strength to play the part
MotherI watched the flowers bloom in MayMother by MEBwrittings
And roses drenched in summer rain.
The wind carried this song to me,
As I sat beneath our apple tree.
A gentle hand above my head,
Warm cuddles late night in your bed.
A picture frame that's on the wall.
A baby girl learning to crawl.
Wild stories just to fall asleep,
Soft pillows crowding at her feet.
Sweet lullabies to calm her down
While clinging to your silk night gown.
These things are ghosts of past
But still I remember.
And though they didn't last
I'll still love you forever.
So, don't give up on me now,
No, I won't let you drown.
Cause I am lost till you are found....
Oh, so lost till you are found....
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