The light of the screen leave shadows in rainbows, looking more like bruises against her pale skin. She is distracting herself from the wounds from within, the ones that bleed fresh with pain, betrayal and loss and would leave scars on her heart and soul so deep she doesn't know if the ache will ever fade. She curses her gods, the ones she's picked up through the years in books and the quirks in her life. She curses the Endless Desire. The she-he or he=she with its golden gaze that had gleamed behind the events of the past year.
She prays now to Desire's elder brothers and sister, Dream, Destiny and Death.
She prays to Destiny in his maze as he loses himself in the book of fate, that if there is no release from the heart ache and pain of Desire's and Despair's deeds that she simply fall into the folds of Dream's land of wonder and frights or find her time to be enfolded in Death's wings and follow her to what's next.
She doesn't want to stay here. Destruction whispers in her ear to ravage and rampage as Delirium murmurs and sings and screams through her thoughts that it's the end, all is neigh and the world shall crash and burn.
She has fall into Despair's world of hellish torment now.
Delirium slips through the grasp of her sister's hold and whispers an escape. Dream awaits you, find him and we'll pretend it never happened. Hehehe.
So she gives herself to the escape of Lord Morpheus's domain. She gives into Delirium's delusions and plays along down her story's path as Destiny reads it with Death waiting like the period at the end. She uses Dream to forget until there is nothing left. She forgets the ache, she pretends she isn't Despair and Desire's plaything, that Destruction came and went and wiped it all away.
Hehehe. There's nothing left. The bruises on her skin are just rainbows. Hehehe.