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From the dawn of time to the end of days,
I will have to run away.
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste,
Of the blood on my lips again.

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Wendelin the Weird was a witch who lived in the Middle Ages. She allowed herself to be caught 47 times in various disguises by witch-hunters, who tried to burn her at the stake. With the use of a Flame-Freezing Charm, however, the flames were rendered harmless, creating only a gentle tickling sensation which Wendelin enjoyed.

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[Estia, kasa misti firi ato…]

I’m sure only one more time, a miracle will occur
In the twisted future drawn with your gentle voice

For the sake of making a world where no one cries,
I scream out a prayer that doesn’t reach anywhere,
But disappears into the contaminated red sky
Throwing away all mercy

The light of the beautiful moon
Sinks down to the beginning,
Far beyond the sky
And into your grieving eyes
Still, I reach my hand out
Even further
Believe in the grief you feel

In actuality, everyone wants to be saved
And their wandering hearts pierce a hole in the sky

If I choose you,
And if we can search for a happiness for just the two of us
it doesn’t matter if freezing flames burn my body
As long as I am near a smile

This writhing dream is the meaning of my life
I want to return this frightened world
Into the depths of the water from whence it came

Sadness is the only thing I will not erase
I will even cut through
That kind of person’s reasoning with these two hands of mine
Down to zero we go

The light of the beautiful moon
Just silently
Falls into ruin, towards the beginning
This admiration I have locked away
Still reaches faraway,
into the darkness
For all the days
I spent alive with you
Are a gentle song

Translation/lyrics courtesy of AnimeLyrics.

Thoughts After a Second Binding

I remember.

I remember the swirl of the cosmos as they formed, flaming and freezing. I remember the initial thrill of excitement and fear as my brothers and I formed, the initial few seconds of discovery and the quick development of our society.

I remember as we quickly learned the rules of this existence, how to twist and turn the strands of space-time to bend to our will. We learned about unlimited power, but we also quickly learned about its elasticity, and we were quickly ejected for our tampering.

I remember.

I remember sitting with my fellows, fuming, staring into the world we could no longer manipulate, and the eons passed as we watched the coalescing of the universe. And then suddenly: life, and through its randomness the pure ecstasy of once again being able to influence events. Although minuscule compared to the strength we once wielded, it was something; that’s all that mattered.

I remember our experimentations, matching our strength against the new gods of this plane. I remember losing, and remember learning patience and subtlety. It became easier as the mortals themselves learned how to tap into the universal essence, and those that did were invariably easier to influence. And thus, the plan began to form, as I scried the future for the perfect opening, and slowly began weaving the fates to restore us to our former glory.

I remember.

I remember struggling to eventually force myself back without notice, hiding myself exactly where I needed to be. The boy came up, confident in his foolish grasp of the rudimentary grasp of the mechanics of the arcane. I allowed him to see me, and allowed his primitive bindings to take me in. Although weak, they were enough for the form I had been forced to take to exist on this world. I served him, the “years” passing in mere moments from my perspective. And soon, so tantalizing soon: what I had been waiting so long for.

I remember sitting frozen in time, and the subtle hints and trails I had been slowly building finally having the intended effect. The power I had been slowly transferring back was finally allowed to be unleashed, bits and pieces at a time. Of course I served him, helping him defeat the monster that threatened what was rightfully my domain. And then, finally, the turning point: the concentrated energy of the shards impacting blissfully into me, filling me with its force. Just enough, just enough.

I remember.

I remember being at almost my full glory, and feeling the boys slight bewilderment as I refused to obey his petty commands. I could have finished off the beast as well as his pathetic opponents with merely a thought, but my attention was instead focused on that machine that had captured my attention for so long over the centuries, the device that would allow me to finally challenge those so-called gods who challenged my brethren’s rightful place in the universe.

I remember sitting in the center, feeling the machine warm up as the power began to flow. I felt alive, like I hadn’t felt since the very beginning. Perhaps that pure exultation was my ruin, or perhaps my earstwhile “owner” was a bit more clever that I had given him credit for. Regardless, it was not the immortal creature I should have feared, but rather this ragtag bunch of mortals. And so I felt myself thrust out of the mechanism, and once again found myself constrained. I screamed, or at least tried to; it was to no avail.

I remember.

I remember, and I learn. And next time, I shall not misread the fates. Next time, we shall return. And although the frustration remains burning deep within, I have waited before and I shall wait again. I have failed before, and perhaps I will fail again, but every time we get a bit closer. Every failure holds a lesson for the future.

I will remember.

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Follow the rainbow and what’s on the other side? Not heaven, not Oz, not hell. Could it be hell? Surely there would be flames or freezing cold or something, but no. Nothing. Utter dark and still. Not the blackness of deep space, not deafening silence. Only the void and the lack of sound. Even her heartbeat disappeared, though she was certain it was still working. She reached a hand out. Only the light behind her reflected on the back most part of her hand. The sides blended into the darkness, so that she could not be sure where they ended and the emptiness began. The thought struck her that on the other side, too, must her hand be facing total void—must be, as there was no light there to indicate otherwise, total void. If we bear souls, then surely, she thought, the part of the soul that is my hand is also lost, without form and now without function, without definition, a part of that which cannot be divided into parts. This is dividing by zero. Becoming the paradox. The uncountable, the unimaginable, the irrational, the impossible.

Our road ends

Flick the switch
and suddenly
all the reason
on the other side
comes back into focus

Something about
not knowing makes
you entertain it all
Holding to things
you should let go
because you just
don’t know if
you may yet
need them still

Thank you finally
for your truth
that allowed me
to see mine
Because sometimes it
takes a harshness
to truly give a kind

Our time together
taught many things
of love and life and me
And every part,
the hard, the soft,
the flame, the
freeze, the fear
Every part I’m
grateful for,
for bringing
me to here

You are right
we are good people
and our time
together done
Because we are both
great people
but better as two
than one

Close

Flick the switch
and suddenly
all the reason
on the other side
comes back into focus

Something about
not knowing makes
you entertain it all
Holding to things
you should let go
because you just
don’t know if
you may yet
need them still

Thank you finally
for your truth
that allowed me
to see mine
Because sometimes it
takes a harshness
to truly give a kind

Our time together
taught many things
of love and life and me
And every part,
the hard, the soft,
the flame, the
freeze, the fear
Every part I’m
grateful for,
for bringing
me to here

You are right
we are good people
and our time
together done
Because we are both
great people
but better as two
than one

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