27 ~ February night. Wing 4. Jörmungandr. Second half

Time was the enemy of sanity.

And existence in that world was ruled by wills and memories. Over time, what was once pieces of reality brought by intelligent people, slowly turned into this nightmare.

It was a twisted imitation of reality, as much as the dead and other things could recall it or imagine it. This place was following its own rules, and slowly absorbing its inhabitants or unlucky souls passing by.

Elise began to disappear. When she had moments of clarity, Esther could see her sense of self solidifying back for a fleeting moment. Elise had ups and down, but was clearly on her way down.

Mary-Esther was still feeling rather fine, thriving to make it to the end. The root, the end of the world was near. Only a few levels were left to cross above her head, according to her theory.

In the end, a door that might not look like a real one but leading to the world should hopefully be there.

Something leading to the world where their sun was now hidden.

Mary-Esther felt ready to crush Apophis in any form it might be, if it were to stand in her way to reach the land of sun for real.

The world continued to be shaken by regular tremors, as if trembling nearly permanently by now. It was shivering, with ground and walls taken by a permanent rumble more than a heartbeat now.

It reminded her of the travelling train from before, in a lower domain of reality. In a painful way, it felt familiar and didn’t worry her.

The world was trembling as she was climbing slowly the last stairs toward reality.

She was still unopposed sincerely, alone. A little to her surprise, no one still seemed to be guarding or watching for the safety of the holiest wall of all.

She felt as if she had been invading an empty country... She had expected fearsome resistance, only to find the doors open and the city empty... She had heard stories of kings leading glorious armies over time, struggling to pass high walls higher than trees protecting the beautiful cities.

The deeper they went into hostile territory, the more hunger, famine and fatigue would drain their people and strength. Their worst foes weren’t the enemies, but disease, hunger and weather, all coming from time.

As if the only true enemy to whither you down, the only greatest thing to prevent one from reaching their dreams in the known world, it was time itself.

More than anything else...

And still no one and nothing had come to prevent her from going further.

Mary-Esther passed a level hosting only a wide workshop meant for many artisans now gone.

She climbed the staircase leading to the second level, dragging her wings with pain but drive.

Behind the door, which was a wall panel from the other side, like a secret door, she found a bedroom.

It looked dirty and abandoned, filled with moisture and mould. The bed was undone but nothing else was left to concern her.

She passed through it, her wings gathering muck and dirt along her way.

Behind was a room with a small stream of water passing there, disappearing into a hole at the bottom of a wall.

The last stain of water within the colosseo came from there apparently.

Mary-Esther wondered, but then looked up toward the only way. She followed the water upstream to a corridor where mushrooms were growing. She passed two other rooms and entered a corridor with a weird shape, as it went all around a square dining room, from what she could see through the open door.

The candles were lit on the table. The door creaked open slightly.

As she was wondering, the world was shaking again.

A single voice could now be heard yelling from far away inside the walls, and it was Blue’s.

Mary-Esther recovered her balance and helped Elise stand up again. She took a chandelier with candles on it as a torch for the next levels, and went upward again, into a very long staircase.

This one lasted for many dozens of steps than every other.

It turned above the colosseo hole, and kept rising and going.

Mary-Esther’s heart began to pound faster, as she realised she was most likely going above the pit. She was reaching the summit, above it.

She had reached what she called the cathedralis on occasions. The seat above the colosseo, where decisions could change the fate below.

And the stairs, damped by the cold little stream of water, they led her to a round, wide circular room.

It was worthy of the nickname she thought, gazing at the height of the dome.

As she walked around, she realised there was a pool in the middle.

She walked toward it slowly, realizing she was most likely above the middle of the pit.

Some water was dripping from the ceiling here too, and accumulating into the pool with metallic edges, rusty on parts.

She looked around but saw no other way up or out. This place looked like a dead end as far as she could see. Elise had done the same, and now was playing with the water gently.

Mary-Esther dropped the chandelier and breathed in. Elise stepped back, fearing what was about to come next.

She was going to make a new call.

Since she was already above what had been her sky for so long, the real exit should be just there.

A stairway going up to the surface of reality, or anything else, but it had to be there.

It was bound to be, her salvation must be...

If anyone on Earth ever believed in god’s salvation, her faith here had to be just as right.

This cathedralis was the end of this world. The next passage to open would be the one which would change it all. It didn’t need to reach Paradisio, Earth was enough.

Mary-Esther released her full power, as strongly as she could muster.

Sound and silence melted into each other. The world was shaking around her. The water from the pool flew out and went splashing upward against the ceiling as if gravity had been shaken upside down.

The walls began to shine as if they were heated. The metallic pool was trembling violently. Stones fell from the roof or flew around, falling sideway. Mary-Esther was still yelling, feeling her wings reaching and clinging onto the edge of upper reality, clawing her way up desperately.

Her mind and sight went blank as the world all around her began to disappear like a dream finally ending.

It was being broken apart, violently in appearance but peacefully in reality.

Mary-Esther’s mind was straying away, and perhaps going outside for good this time.

~

It was still the same field as always.

It was still looking like night, and raining. The night was beautiful. The wind was falling down on her and around, gently caressing the grass around her.

It was a nice rain of a summer night.

Beautiful and tempting. There was so much light even in this landscape. A grass field and hill side, between two starting forests.

There was some nervousness in the air. There wasn’t thunder coming down, but something else was going to happen and mark the history of this place for good. She couldn’t say if there were other witnesses, but she felt how everything around her was trembling. The electricity in the air was growing.

Something more marvellous than the common beauty of night was happening.

The rain began to curve its course oddly, avoiding a specific part of the ground. A bubble of air was repelling the rain.

A shape was being drawn by the rain surrounding it in that moment.

The shape of someone between crouching and standing, still unclear.

It was getting clearer and brighter.

And abruptly, she appeared, falling to her knees in this place. She stood up immediately, raising her face to the rain in a great breath.

Esther breathed the air and opened her eyes and ears fully to the rain. To the sky, to the song of life and the delicious sensation of coldness from the rain over her.

She burst out in nervous laughter, screaming as she rejoiced and embraced her success for good.

She yelled, she laughed, sight blurred by the rain and her wet hair.

Her clothing soaked slowed her movement but she could still move, to meet all these sensations.

To run, to jump, to dance, madly. She played like a child discovering rain for the first time, her voice still bright and roaring, singing along with the rain.

She danced as clumsily as she ever could, opening her arms to the wind and air, welcoming the lovely rain with happiness. It was a success. She was laughing more than she ever had. She was overflowing with feeling sshe had longed for, for so much time!

She was laughing with a cheerful and kind voice again. She could barely look around anymore because of the rain all over her head and hair, but she knew that they were likely now far around. They could likely see all this.

All three of them were surely looking at her right now. The house wasn’t that far behind, and her voice had been carrying strongly enough.

They could see her playing under the rain childishly and hear her true joy.

She was happy.

Her lively laughter and her dance seemed to last forever.

It lasted long enough to remain in her heart, as another real memory.

~

Mary-Esther reopened her eyes, in that cathedralis where she was lying down.

She found herself inside the metallic pool, albeit now empty, holding only her.

The rocks were cracking and falling around her. She raised her head in concern. The cathedralis appeared to be crumbling down.

The metallic parts building this pool opened themselves below her and before she could react, Mary-Esther found herself falling down in the sky of the colosseo again.

But as she was, the blinding sun appeared above and filled the cathedralis just as fast.

Mary-Esther was quickly blinded. Before she lost her sight, she had the time to see the passing wall of the colosseo also beginning to crumble rapidly.

The fissures were spreading rapidly along the circular wall, as if following her fall in dismay. It was as if an abnormal amount of weight and pressured had really landed over the tower above. A weird feeling beyond scare was running across her body.

She realised that the sunlight meant that the door above was open again. And as she did, she felt as if the sun itself passed right through her body entirely.

The sun had blown open the metallic pool to rain its light down, not minding Esther’s presence at all. The sun had fallen faster than her, like a molten bolt of warmth and light, only to land on the end ground of the colosseo still further down before Mary-Esther.

However as the bright light landed, Esther was suddenly being transported somewhere again. She didn’t end her fall.

It felt like waking up again.

But this time the world was really trembling a lot, as if it was about to be crushed and fall. Pieces of the wall were falling around in a rain of stones. The blazing light filling the colosseo was harsher than ever before.

What had always felt like day in the past was now but dim dawn, against this blazing illumination before her.

Mary-Esther had to squint and close her eyes to withstand it. She was scared, feeling as if something horrible was about to happen.

All she could feel before her was the molten globe of blazing heat and fire, but someone else was there, in the middle of it all.

As her sight adjusted, she could tell it was someone who looked like her...

Someone she never truly met before, but ended up guessing the existence off. Not a god, but the daiûa of sunlight for her...

Mary-Esther called out to her, with a voice strong enough to be heard despite the loud noises of the crumbling tower.
The surrounding noises calmed down a little, and she was able to hear the clear reply, from a calm and steady voice.

I - My name is Isha... I’m truly pleased to meet you Esther. I... I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so many years. You’ve been on my mind for longer than you can imagine. Luckily we still have time to properly meet and address the end.

The light was calming down slightly, and Esther could now see her shapes properly. She discovered a woman dressed in mostly black and white. A blond person with slightly curly hair falling around her face with kind smile but otherwise very severe lines.

Esther and Isha discovered in each other a woman looking shockingly like them.

M - How can you be... Why are you here?

I - I managed to come here eventually, in order to talk with you... You may still be believing that I’m the one behind everything wrong that happened to you in here. I want to clear that misunderstanding if there is.

M - You are the one able to open the door... And you are the one preventing me from leaving in the end?

I - That is what I feared. I...

Isha walked closer to her, a hand over her heart, feeling troubled. Meeting Esther was a dream come true, and something deeper. The path to walk was appearing before her as if she too was able to rule this world as she pleased. Isha only seemed sad however.

I - I... I feel for you. You and I... The truth is... We both received our name and blessing from Blue Herson... One to be the daiûa of day and light; and another for dreams and night...

The witch had always been Blue. The one who made them both become something more than what they were before.

The one whose dreams could come true... Was Blue.

~

Isha was revealing herself as another one of Blue’s dolls and fantasies... Another being she had toyed with too. And the power which controlled the door was not Isha’s originally, but Blue’s gift to her.

Mary-Esther was dumbfounded, doubting this could be true. Was that Isha, who looked so much like herself truly as powerless? She looked embarrassed and she couldn’t keep up for herself anymore why.

I - Esther... Mary... There’s only one thing I came here to tell you...Beside what I feel for you, it’s the saddest thing of all, for both of us.

Isha was tearing up, bowing her head in sorrow.

I - Mary... Blue and Rose... are now dead.

Elise reappeared from the shadow where she had hidden herself, looking horrified. She might have understood that.

Mary-Esther was struck, her heart honestly aching.

Her sorrow grew with the awful doubt. How much time had passed?

How long had they been locked there without realizing? They were deeply hurt.

I - My dear Mary... Blue and Rose died of old age... They were together, thanks to you. And they lived free from your presence, thanks to me... But you, and this place really, they kept existing because Blue was still alive... Now that she’s gone, I was expecting to see it begin to fade...

Isha was looking around at the growing fissures and rapidly eroding walls. It was crumbling down sadly.

Mary-Esther was shocked, and not ready for this.

I - I’m sorry Esther. Your dream in Blue’s shadow will never come true...

The three ghosts stood there, in the middle of the world beginning to vanish. All hopes were fading.

~

With tremendous strength, with a voice strong enough to make everything focus on her, Elise shouted a no. A no to the end. Startling both Mary-Esther and Isha, Elise repeatedly shouted her no, with wrath in her voice.

E - No, no no! It cannot be!

She was refusing her fate more violently than Mary-Esther herself even. She was mad and could never accept to lose now of all time.

E - No! No! No! Not now! I finally had the chance to make it! I was almost there!

An Elise fiercer than ever revealed herself, back to her senses and ablaze. She was crying and yelling an anger and a sorrow she could not hold in anymore. She was yelling at fate itself, seeing the world of hopes crumbling above.

E - Following that daiûa... I was so close! We felt the air of night above! I need to live again!

She then yelled why with the strongest will of all.

E - I want to see my child again!

Mary-Esther and Isha were discovering a persona and a truth they had never met before, shocking them both for different reasons. The surprise was different.

While they were agape, Elise was falling in cries, her recovered sanity in the moment fading again, just as rapidly.

Her body was fading away in dust and glow.

She had yelled and cried, but her own impossible dream was about to end now.

Falling down, Elise disappeared the first. Stones falling around her and them, she was the first being gradually scattered in that dying dream.

The hope to reach the other side was vanishing with Blue’s death. Everything else there was slowly following Blue to her grave...

It was all going to be over soon. Only Isha would remain, as she would surely return to her former being in the real world as if nothing happened.

Isha looked at Elise disappearing in cries and apparently made a silent prayer for her.

She then slowly shifted her sorrowful look toward Mary-Esther, expecting to find another being resigning, giving up on their hopes.

But she found Esther looking at her fiercely, defying even this. Isha felt a shiver.

She was still going to fight.

The world there might be meeting its end, she was still going to defy death and fate, with all her might if it should be her last stand.

She was still now planning to face head on all fearful odds.

Isha felt the thrill of admiration again.

She tried not to reveal all she felt for her.

~

The ziggurat was collapsing. The goddess beyond this realm holding this bubble so far was dead. Every chance of succeeding in accomplishing had receded...

But Mary-Esther had not died instantly. She was still there, and about to go bravely again, facing what gods and daiûas altogether might be. Against history, against reality...

She still believed she had a chance to make it, and would try it.

Her will and thirst were impressing Isha, who still admitted how such beings like her could be scary and insane.

She realised it as Mary-Esther blew open her four wings and repeated her own prayer and promise.

Her last vow to make true at all cost.

M - With four wings I will reach reality, and gain a life of my own!

She promised it to herself as much as a vow of defiance against the world itself.

I - My lovely Mary... Blue is gone... You cannot fulfil that promise on your own.

M - If I can gain life... Even her death will be meaningless! I will be!

Isha felt another fear coursing through her. She was about to repeat that it was impossible, that it was insane... But such words would never reason her...

Mary-Esther would never give up, so long she existed that way...

Isha closed her eyes, in resignation. Mary-Esther was a monster, a daiûa whose will would never be stopped. Isha had come with a faint hope of reasoning her. She admitted how hopeless it was...

Above them, the light from which she came was calling out Esther’s instinct, who was certain that she could reach the other side from there.

Isha had hopped for Mary-Esther’s four wings to represent an increase of philosophies and reflection. But she was not yet ready... Esther was still bound by her blind beliefs more than anything, and her dream clouded her best judgement even on this day.

Esther was going to fly, without listening to any other word Isha could bring her.

Her wings had grown again, turning into darker brown colours with hints of blue along some feathers.

Isha was downtrodden realising that Mary-Esther would not listen to her. She was just going to try her way once again.

Isha offered her the last meaningful words she would ever hear, knowing they sadly wouldn’t quite ever reach her.

I - Gülnihal, I’ll be waiting for you.

Isha held her tongue from saying why. She however opened her hand to her, letting a small ribbon flying off, soon to vanish in sparkles.

Mary-Esther’s eyes focused on it. She saw it.

Isha suddenly left in a bolt of light, going away.

Mary-Esther looked up, seeing the sun bathing the world beginning to shrink away upward toward the cathedralis.

Esther wasn’t thinking anymore. The door was about to shut forever, so she jumped.

She flew off suddenly, hurling herself upward after the receding light from the other world.

~

The flames began to flow against the walls. She was heading toward the unexpected blaze at the end of the tunnel.

The light was still flooding oddly this dying little world.

Only this time, she might manage to escape before it all went back to nothing.

This time she might be able to fly after her through the open door while it was there...

So she flew with all her might toward reality, even if she had nothing akin to a body waiting for her there. She still fought violently against the fire crumbling down the place as it ended.

Maybe this time she would at least see what could be next on the other side.

Maybe she could reach what could happen, even if only for a second, if she could become alive.

Mary-Esther flew after the dimming star, giving it all she had gathered, releasing everything to reach it in time through the blaze.

She was getting higher and closer every instant, swimming up and through a giant flame. It was more a return of flame, as the building around her was disappearing around as well, but she knew where the only gate in remained.

Toward the sun, toward the water cathedralis. Toward the currently hinged open tunnel to her dream. Toward a chance at life itself.

She couldn’t breathe anymore. She couldn’t hear anything any longer. Everything she had and ever did in that existence down there was only meant to reach that goal, that doorway... She didn’t have the chance or time to plan anything further away, but as the chance was failing, she had to go.

Like every other living being, her only wish had been the one to live...

The wish to see for herself the sunset, to realise she had spent a day alive, and then another one...

She was blinded now, too close to the end. She was able to touch the source of that otherworldly light with her own hands. She managed in her final flapping of wings to plunge her arms into the softness of that other space, overflowing with a different warmth.

She clung to it, the edge...

She felt that warmth rushing into her body like a poison, as she was reaching the open pool of the cathedralis.

She was now so enthralled and shocked by that feeling coursing through her fingers that she lost grasp and focus for a moment on everything else.

All she could think after was trying to cling to that further, to go deeper into it, trying to get a real grip on it.

To pass through this soft and blurry door before the world’s end...

As time was rushing and slowing down to this same end around, as she was reaching a chance at her dream, her wings were completely burning.

She had sacrificed everything willingly, just for this chance. Now she was shrouded by her smokes and ashes, but reaching for the first real time an otherworldly edge.

She could feel more than warm air. Her fingers reached someone’s hand, and tried to hold onto it with a growing sense of despair.

Everything was fading away and she only reached this blind sensation also about to let go.

All she had done was now in balance between that meek chance of success she grabbed onto, and simpler annihilation below.

She held onto that wrist and hand, feeling how much she was falling through, just as she had felt touching Scarlett and Elise before. She could still feel the infinite warmth of that skin, as the sun was finally vanishing.

For a moment of mixed emotions, she felt on the edge between a chance of succeeding and certain doom.

The hand she clenched over as much as her lack of bodily presence allowed eventually vanished as well, and she was let go.

~

The pain was higher now that she had momentarily felt the other side on her skin.

Her heart was broken again. The hand had seemingly chosen to let her fall to her death. For a faint moment she had felt the warmth through that skin, and now she was falling hopeless back into the collapsing bad dream.

Her heart’s hope had turned to poison because of that warmth. It was immediately spoiling into something else, overflowing into sorrow. She plummeted, feeling shattered from the inside, her heart and soul broken to pieces.

She now was losing grasp even over her own sense of self and identity, just from the sequence of shocks she had just been broken through. The revelations, the pain, the urge, the flight, the death creeping, the hope and then the touch. Now the hopelessness and loss. The fall.

Her brain felt like it had burnt along with her wings and then clothes and body. She couldn’t fly anymore and just fell outside and within. Her image of body was falling, a hand still trying aimlessly to grab onto something now out of reach. The other side was gone, and her brain couldn’t react. She was falling, giving in to the walls, losing her thoughts, memories and ideas along with everything else.

She was falling down, in scattering pieces, disappearing into the fire.

All her hopes had been dusted away between fire and tears. Her names past and present were vanishing. The tears were flowing out from her widely opened eyes turning to nothing. She had her last dream of what life could have been, being another hope falling down through this well...

Every linked she had now severed, all her lingering hopes were burning into thin air along with her. She was continuously falling. Everything that had kept her thriving for so long was now gone.

All that existence there and past, all that work and drive, all that was now shown to have been for nothing.

Her eternity of hopes, and all the wishes she had granted mattered not anymore. All these rules she had found and obeyed, all these dreams and promises she had shared.

Everything she had given, betrayed, wasted, endured for nothing...

Everything she had done, only to now return to the nil, it was crushing.

Her ribcage was splitting itself apart now. Her dress and skin were already long gone into the void.

She was still falling, burning to her very core. Her chest broke into disappearing pieces, and her overall body began to crumble and turn to dust.

The doll she had once been was falling instead out of her like another memory left to scatter.

It was falling, surrounded by the remnants of her other thoughts and body turning back to ashes.

What was left was the dream of the doll, the only dream that wanted to become reality.

Her now vague sense of sight was still showing her dimming mind the extent of the dream she had shared, and how everything was now ending ablaze. Like her body, all was turning to dust. Her heart was still aching, somewhere unclear.

She was again only within a doll’s poor sense of reality. She had felt her existence, her intelligence and will being crushed down to that former clay. But she knew this sensation of death was the last moment of awareness preceding the end.

Her wings embodiments were gone, along now with her pictured body, and all the ones she had loved before. Her wishes and dreams, all of it turning to naught but whispers.

She was still crying, suffering even more from the loss of it all in that smaller form meeting her inherent fate.

Her fading strength was gone, as the doll was quickly devoured by the same darker lack of anything real, the void below.

For the last moments of remote awareness, behind the evaporating flesh and tears, she was reminded of her past time as a doll. For a brief instant, she was overwhelmed again by the memories she had kept in roots of them.

From the times long and gone when she had loved them all, and fulfilled countless promises for them... All these collected emotions and memories, to eventually build something out of them.

She remembered in a flash all the sweet promises she had helped come true, because her owners’ feelings had become her own seed.

All her heart had grown from now turned to oblivion.

Gülnihal cried, falling for good. She could last recall to herself that only upside down promise that allowed her grow wings.

She could only cry for another moment that no love that gave her a semblance of existence, had ever helped her make that one other wish to become real.

If only someone could have helped her...

As her now dying soul was reaching the absence of ground of the shattered space, she shed her last tears, sadly voicing out her last feeling.

If only someone could have truly loved her...

Perhaps she might have been able to make her dream come real.

Her own being could have reached life and come true.

The crying doll reached the end of the colosseo turning to dusts. She thought that she would have waited.

If only someone had loved her. She would have waited instead...

If someone had promised her that one day, someone would love her, she would have waited forever...

Her last dusts crashed against the end level of the tower, sparking its collapse. The darker fissures from below covered quickly the entire crumbling colosseo. The sparks meeting the dark were swallowed from below.

The rocks were breaking the level apart.

The lid above the end broke down, and everything fell into nothingness.

Her empty gaze was still looking far away above the sky, where hope had lied.

If only someone had loved her, less as a blue rose and more as her own self...

Her dream could have come true...

Her consciousness was fading away, lingering on that regret.

She was thinking more than ever in sorrow, that she would have waited, if such a promise had been sometime been granted to her.

She would have waited forever, if someone had loved her...

The rush was over. She felt the floor collapsing, and the sensation of falling became too different.

Her vain attempt to reach life by herself, it was brought to its end along with it.

Below, there was no longer a cave nor any ouroboros below, there would be only the nil now.

Her prodigious efforts of building up a way for her dream were falling into nothingness like vanity.

She fell with her invisible wings. She continued ot disappear, along with her remaining tears.

If only someone had promised her love... If only such another promise had been made to her, she would have agreed to wait forever for it. She would have waited forever for someone to hear her.

She would have waited for someone to free her... If anyone had used their power and hers to make that promise, of love for her...

She would have waited forever for that love to come to her...

That persona, that freedom. If only someone could hear her voice... If only...

She would wait forever for her...

Mary-Esther died, fading away with everything else. Her thoughts could no longer construct words anymore. She was returning to the state of a shapeless dream or aggregated feelings now dissolving, being nothing but a stain at the bottom well of reality.

Her last thought was that she would wait forever for her. Her who would someday love her.

Esther disappeared, her last tear flowing along with her into the abyss.

Everything around was soon returned to stability and nothingness. Every sound, every thought, finished vanishing.

Everything was soon gone, and there was nothing anymore left in that entire world.

Everything had returned to naught.

~

There was nothing anymore, neither from that world nor Mary-Esther herself.

Only that eternal, not really cold but unpleasant darkness, dirtier than a real night from the world of reality above.

Nothing else remained but that awful blackness, with sad silence like an infinite depth of sea. All that remained above that pit swallowing quietly realty, was a poor and lonely mindless stain.

Ac colourless notch or itch remained in the middle of nowhere, from something that once dreamt, and fell asleep back forever in that dreamless state.

Something against nature that had once evolved and existed an infinitely more colourful existence, but had now died and returned to nothing but that spore.

Her true being, her only reality, had recovered everything she had grown upside.

But in a way, somehow, the stain might have changed a little from before.

Her personality frame might remain slightly the same. The one born from a wish far, far beyond itself, but her nature might have been tweaked just a little from this experience.

Whether from her dream or from the world beyond and its attractive lights, something invisible had pulled it forward for so long, it could have changed its true origin along.

Something in what could be the dream of it had changed ever so slightly. Even though Mary-Esther did not exist anymore.

But somewhere down there, there was an atom of maybe, that an infinitesimal fragment of her soul remained. Just the smallest of things to linger in that stain, like a seed, frozen in a quiet and endless dream.

Longing still for what reality might eventually be.

That tiniest of spores might not be fully gone. Gülnihal’s hope, under this name or another, might still be...

Perhaps with less hubris and more humility, she could still be praying for who might hear her.

And patiently waiting for another chance to blossom.

From someone to unearth her, to reach out to her.

Waiting for the one who would love her...

She would wait forever.

~