𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; The act of bringing or recalling a feeling, memory, or image to the conscious mind.

Laying in a frosty forest, with no recollection of where or who she is. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?

A Life in the In-Betweenis an exploration of life, memory, identity and time woven together.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆﹐forbidden love. it was the girl's ultimate demise. falling for the opposing race, finding a glimmer of redemption in him. it caused her downfall and the loss of her powers and the thing she treasured most; her memories with him. yet a friend is relentless in restoring her to her former glory and receiving some help in return.

→˚₊· 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ੭*→˚₊· 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ੭*

Poems Collection + Descriptions

my forced rhymes + admiration for art

Tentang hujan dan kenangan yang diturunkan dari langit malam

For how I long for one.

I love you.

Power, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, thoughts, reckonings, short poems of a world who revolves around the tip of the spear, gray alike the clouds that lightened and obscured of their own history.

Laughing Stock: "If faith is what driven us together in search of ourselves, then we must try to do it on a leap". The posteriori; from the idyll to the youth to the decay of substance, life goes on and on in this real life fantasy, alike the path taken by the Crescent and her ancestors, who once shared of same blood ingrained on that red coat. While her youth dreams are kept alive, only the fear, the failure and the spea can block the way to achieve a purpose in a life under the rain.

(Current) Index

Power, Corruption & Lies (First Half):

Playlist: www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi2LnK5cla-Pt5__QAm9j0CjgkxSchK_2

Laughing Stock (Second Half):

Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi2LnK5cla-OqVuuxMfJKFbTfBIwciysc

Thanks: Myushu for Practice Medicine and Prince of Thieves, Meriko for Duty and Honor, Ayrith for Sum Of  Memories, Guardian1 for Thirteen Ways To Say Goodbye, and JotaTe for The Last Cherry Blossom, among many other authors and their stories who had influenced me over the time.

The story of how Depur stole the memory of the slaves, and how the people helped Ekkreth and each other to take it back.

---This story takes place in the Tatooine Slave Religion that Fialleril created. You can find Fialleril on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.

This was written as a gift for my wife on her birthday and for our 25th wedding anniversary. I surprised her with it and she asked me to read it to her friends at her party which I did. This is unedited and everything this is the first write. I am not sure I am going to change anything just because of the specialty of it. Hope you enjoy, it is my first attempt at writing anything like this as well so please be gentle.

Two worlds, placed in stark opposition with each other, placed intimately nestled close to each other. The world of hunger, thirst, sickness, and need. The world of the beggars. The world of luxury, comfort, pleasure, and contentment. The world of the shoppers. Two people look into each other’s faces. And they share a moment together. A small moment, mundane and abominable, in the flow of lives that take into account no justice, no mercy. Two people see each other. And nothing happens. And everything happens.

This is a story about two girls. One was the past. One was the future. One was oppression. One was liberation. One was prejudice. One was wisdom. One was poison. One was healing. One was the princess of a world that would die. One was the partisan of a world about to live.

Blessed are the oppressed.

For they shall inherit the Earth.

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