Inside the shell of a cloud-infesting vermin
A little story about momo.
"Oh, rejoice. It seemed I had circled around reality once more. For the many flies with no tongues to catch it... tis' be but a jest! No one, but I can see through sleep!" However, the creature heard voices of others. "Oh my! The creature has awoken from it's self-absorbed meditation! Shall we torture the depraved rat?" Squealed a little, bald boy. "Oi, your snickering, predator-esque smirk, does blind us all! As does your globe! Please be a good parasite, and silence their glimmering with the proud voice of a boulder!" The vermin shouted. "Of course not! For I am the key for a better yesterday!" "You are the Key to Dante's Worst Hour, you sniveling twit." The vermin was certainly poisonous. He continued to harass the egotistical medium once more with the disgruntled barking it always sang in- a true cacophony of hatred. "You must be on another planet. The only thing that will ever revolve around your planet... are flies! Flies, young one. Flies!". The lemur made a fatal mistake that time, as his absurd movement woke the sleeping bears.
The first one to awaken was the Proud hunter, His ego and fussiness made acted as tentacles to bind the parasites into the perfect sphrere. The second one to revert to the living, was the perfect one. Pure white, some people claimed her to be. Same could be said for her persona by others- such a poorly decorated mask, but such a high-quality one none-the-less. Together they made the perfect heretics. "Let us all help the vines, and the creatures that eat from them!" The girl exclaimed. Entangled in her own idealism, She stood to the angry animal's side, in an attempt to un-puncture the non-existant cherry red balloon. " "Playing chess with us, again, Alice?" "Does doth know my title?" She asked. "The Fool, says the tarots!" Her wombmate cheered. "Ugh... Where does this yellow road go? A place filled with the burly and the orange. Dante warned us, and we did not listen." The lemur had a point. Or maybe two. "And why must we sit and argue? We kill ourselves with every passive move, dear Alice!" "Lemur thinks he is a cat!" The boy laughed. "Though, He never smiles, or dissappears!" Chimed in the monk.
And THAT. Crossed the line.
Chapter two up later. Maybe. This a two part.