The wind doesn't blow anymore. What was the wind anyway? Just air moving...it wasn't like they said it was. 'God's breath' no....it was less than that. Much less. My aprecciation has gone down for everything. Death has made me bitter, I guess you could say. Death is lonely. I'ts dark, it swallows and destroys. Destroys lives of e erything it gets it's evil grasp on. I wish noone had to experience it. I wish...........no. I musn't do that. When you wish, bad things will happen. Things worse than death. Troubled hearts will amplify wishes. The worst comes out of the wishes.
I told her that too. 'You shouldn't use the power of wishes. Your wish comes from your anxiety. That wish realizes your anxiety.....Your fortune telling... You think you're reading the future, but that is not so.....Youre anxiety, amplified by your fortune telling... has chosen a sad result out of many possible futures. Even now, your heart is full of anxiety......You shouldn't resurrect the power of Atlantis.....Don't forget, Van. Your wishes will determine the future of Gaea.' Then I gave Van power. A new energist..I hope he puts it to good use. But now they are gone again. He slipped through my fingers again...no not again....this is a reaccuring nightmare. I hate it. I want to dissapear. I want to vanish. I want to go to heaven....where the stars brightly shine. How they shine......like a billion spot lights, and I'm on center stage. I'm in the spotlight and loving it. My own story. People hearing about me instead of everyone else. I know it sounds shallow, but it's the truth. I have to be sincere. Draconians have that quality. They are sincere. But it's so annoying. Lonely. I'm really lonely. Maybe, one day, someone will release me. I'll be a free bird from the cage of gold. Until then, I'm still Varie, the ghost of Atlantis.
I told her that too. 'You shouldn't use the power of wishes. Your wish comes from your anxiety. That wish realizes your anxiety.....Your fortune telling... You think you're reading the future, but that is not so.....Youre anxiety, amplified by your fortune telling... has chosen a sad result out of many possible futures. Even now, your heart is full of anxiety......You shouldn't resurrect the power of Atlantis.....Don't forget, Van. Your wishes will determine the future of Gaea.' Then I gave Van power. A new energist..I hope he puts it to good use. But now they are gone again. He slipped through my fingers again...no not again....this is a reaccuring nightmare. I hate it. I want to dissapear. I want to vanish. I want to go to heaven....where the stars brightly shine. How they shine......like a billion spot lights, and I'm on center stage. I'm in the spotlight and loving it. My own story. People hearing about me instead of everyone else. I know it sounds shallow, but it's the truth. I have to be sincere. Draconians have that quality. They are sincere. But it's so annoying. Lonely. I'm really lonely. Maybe, one day, someone will release me. I'll be a free bird from the cage of gold. Until then, I'm still Varie, the ghost of Atlantis.
