Requiem

One white glimmering embryo did not exist beyond the boundaries of mine; and on a near green and dihydrogen monoxide saturated tree branch, a corvus cornix took flight once again, though it has long left his. Reasons; I previous held these absent for remaining attached to Earth; physiologically and psychologically.
But as I was within proximity of the lake, and its murky waters suffocated my voices, the reason was became clearer than the waters had ever been. Clear than the waters of Earth, and likewise this lake’s. A popular colloquialism on Earth was voiced like something as to the degree of sounding like; ‘You shouldn’t teach and old dog new tricks’. I agreed.

I am joined through a twisting, red umbilical cord to Gaea herself, and I speculate we all are, at some point in time or another. This cord takes the form of a lance, and similar to Medieval knights, we partake in no form of chivalry or honor. We jousted to please our fellow cornix.

In aesthetically critical terms, the body of water was beautiful. The scene that embedded itself in my memory that is stained with the color of a very dark blue, just how one may observe the color of litmus paper when being submerged in an alkali substance. Conversely, the picturesque scene lacked a vital characteristic of which organisms undergoing photosynthesis displayed. And although all seemed peaceful on the surface, there was malevolent depths living at the bottom. I felt an emotion that people on Earth might have described as nostalgia or melancholy.

For dragons had spewed fire along a diamond edged blade, carving it into a double-edged sword which humanity blindly thrusted into their hearts. I was standing in a hauntingly black, yet pure, white lined cathedral, which possessed a sort of perfect absoluteness and symmetricality. The clouds were deep grey and I disliked the aura of which a heavy, constant rain emitted. The rain softly pattered down on the stain-glass windows and their inhabitants, the rain softly pattered down on the tin roof of the cathedral. There were countless statues of monstrous creatures created by the human imagination, decorated with intricate and graceful patterns, and although they were pale and colorless, through my eyes they emitted more color than I would ever see in my entire life.