—Thus awaken hereafter, a glass shard before you shines as so…
A reflection of your face— no… of one else’s? Surely your eyes deceive you. An urge to eye-over the terrain promptly halted by searing dazzle of white. Sensitive as of now, ease the retina and peer onto the glass anew:
With new shards now encircling, they reflect somewhere else than the white around you. Dampening the radiance; reflections of seas, cities, fires, lights… Movement…? Of the glass, yes. Shards afloat clang upon another with a toll of knelling chimes… tang… tang…
But the reflections within too— images in motion evincing moments: The teary embrace of a family. Cuisine laid. A garden of fireworks amid a twilight sky; fiery willows, dahlias of embers… Fizzing leaves of sparks fall. Below, lights hung as starry webs. People cheery, animals wary— Boom- crackle…
And upon a moonlit pier: A couple, a flower, a kiss. Each shard a life followed by another in a river of glass flying into the rest.
Like Eden, it’s… delightful.
Life is ought to be loved.
Inky glass flows in— a view of death; the read eulogy hummed in the realm. Now a requiem of a memory, here eternally.
More shards. Memories of pain, betrayal, envy. Ruin, suffering and decay. Without reason nor sense. The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes… A girl sat on her knees in a malformed ring of death, seeing her world coming to its end. What could’ve been done? Vain; ‘Now’ never yields to the ifs of ‘Then’.
Now? It’s over. No matter what. Last Moment, for her, a pathetic death.
On forth a Tempest.
Truly, through the glass were certainties which have already transpired.
Sky: white. Land: endless rows of mosaic structures and scattered monuments.
A “place” harbors “memory”, mutually inseparable from another. Here exhibits life as a gorgeous thing, and as a gruesome thing.
A fragment intercepts your gaze. Aberrant from the rest; scarlet obsidian opaque as claret. Ruby of its shine and warped grossly in facets, it nears you;