“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
In The Beginning
For as far I can remember the only thing that kept me sane on the way down, was the very smell of burning feathers and melting gold. I had disobeyed Him for the last time, but this time it was His final judgement. A turbulent act. An act that would lead to war fought by the living and the dead. You see for when I fell, the fire must have incinerated something that was necessary for the survival of a so called "human heart".
The darkness consumed me, devoured my soul, tucked it neatly behind a very dark corner in a very dark room. When I finally reached La Terra the ground must have sensed me coming, for it opened up like the Venus Plant and shut its gates closed blowing every light into darkness. There I sleept for a thousand years in a woe full slumber, constricting and corroding me, under the earth beneath the sea until I saw the light.
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