Musings Thirty-Seven

Imperfect Illumine: Mourning a Dream's End

All hints of control suddenly snap apart. The lotuses bulge, trellising over my head. Unnatural vines weave into the soil. Thorns bind me, forcing me to kneel.

"I need him…give him back…!"

Mindless chanting. More lotuses blooms, only to spew clumps of pollen. They fall like crushed diamonds. The Garden disfigures, and I lose sight of Mephiles. I can hear him crying. Weeping. It doesn't stop. There's nothing I can do.

"I need him! Give him back!"

He's already so far gone. Trapped by a fear I somewhat understand. Lightning surges. In its flashes I watch him shed black tears.