(DARK MELODY)
WITH her mind clinging unto the mysterious door that she just saw, Alliah wonders and even deeper as curiosity hits her, behind the whispering voice that something and even greater is behind that door she just saw. With an urge to know what is behind it, yet knowing JK and how cautious it is, sneaking or trying to ask about it will deem impossible. Worst with the secret and whispering truth she knows that is his lies, holding the information she wanted will be a difficult task to accomplish.
“I should go.”
Informing him, JK leads her the way out as they went into the separate pathway and door that deems the hinting warry of
(CORELLI LA FOLIA) WITHthe wind that gently blows and the sun that’s almost in the dusk. Overlooking the entire city and on top of a hill. Daniela breathe a sigh of calmness as warmth and once freedom was gifted unto her on this very special day from the person she never intended to meet. Sitting comfortably onto the soft grass and under the shade of the biggest oak tree in the middle and on top of the hill, he lay down as he stares in awe and wanting towards the person that destiny is meant for him. “Now, now, now.”
(MADHATTER) MADNESS.That is the word he finds appropriate and even too perfect to describe and call what he is feeling right now. For just like the word means and implies, he is swarming into the darkness he does not want to swim and even deeper, yet he somehow is forced into. Looking at the interior of his room where the only light that’s paving inside is from the bright full moon outside. He leans unto the door as he rested his head comfortably unto it while closing his eyes and drawing a sinister smile upon remembering the deal he just took. “To the one that you long ever since, to the
(WHITE QUEEN, RED QUEEN) “CHOOSE WISELY, DO NOT BE THE NAÏVE ONE, AS YOU SHOULD KNOW THE TRUTH. IF YOU WANTED TO PROTECT THE MAIDEN, YOU SHOULD BE AWARE OF WHO YOU REALLY ARE, ALLIAH.” WITH the words and tone of a warning that somehow is ringing back unto her mind, she is somewhat on the mixed edge of wavering emotions that she never had or been before. Clutching a hold unto her chest and where her heart is beating, she glances above the sky and unto the bright full moon of the night as everything that is happening now is like a played trick of fate they wanted to escape but could not. “Who I real
(BLUE ROSE) CLOSINGthe door of her room and hurriedly pick her phone up and dialing a number, the other line rings as a voice answers and she calls saying. “Emie, I need something.” Draws to the tone of deep seriousness and somewhat a cry of a warning, but greater, she immediately seeks the assistance and help of the only person she knew who has the knowledge and ability of everything as their group’s strategist and information officer. “Tomorrow, let us meet at the,” Stopped and taken back, when in that split time second a dread sweep everything in her world and turning the place upside down and consumed by darkness. She fall
(THE TAROTS) “THE TAROTS.” Emie pointed out in some kind of a rhetorical quotation from her voice and hiding tone of asking the question towards the idea, and the thing Alliah suddenly set out for her to give the complete information of. With the living encyclopedia, they tag her ingenious mind for everything that revolves around the world beyond the boundary of what an ordinary human knew. She welcomes Alliah to her mansion as she led her to her library and towards the secret door where the grand library that she owns is just a façade for the real one. Where a spell and restriction are set to protect and seal everything in security. “Why?” She asks behind the impendi
(THE FIRST SEVEN) With each step that’s echoing throughout the whole place and even in the tiny space and corners. The dim hallway with its eerie silence that is gradually being broken by the tone of each careful step suddenly stops with precaution and gentleness as it faces a door and to the end. Marking a smile and somewhat a satisfying expression, the door slowly opens on its own as it greeted its guests with a whispering call. “Emie.” With a nod and a polite respectful gesture, she smiles even brighter than before as she enters the hal
(GALLERY OF WOES) WITHOUTblinking aneye as she stands near and observing her Mistress. The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light. With her Mistress, her treated mother, her master, and her very creator concocting the perfect doll. She observes and carefully taking everything at mind and heart, as her Mistress puts a drop of her blood and a shard of her heart and soul in a form of a crystal flower, it says in a whisper. “With your blood and shard of your very being, she will be the half of you, yet not. Your life is bind, but will never cross un
(SKETCHBOOK) TOthe silence that surrounds the place, Emie’s voice is hidden and kept in the far distance, as she utters in a seemingly muted voice, but a loud whisper unto the soldiers in front of her. With the embodiment of the ten commandments who listens in utmost will and seriousness. Their task and mission that befalls them in their current lives and identity now are embedded towards the highest one they serve and taking in protection, as its words and very voice is the rule, law and every command they needed to follow without a second guess, nor any doubts. From the commandments eyes that dim in their distinct eye color, it marks of like a frivolous glow in that dim hall that interestingly appears and resembles a Cheshire cat. To their general’s words that deliver their Queen’s order.