Winter 05, 1861 I feel like I'm rotting in here. As soon as winter has arrived and Mom has already been buried, her jewels have been thrown by the coffin, buried more than three meters from the surface. But I can't let them be consumed by Mom's putrid body, they were gifts that Aunt Daisy left for me, they're mine by right and my mother had stolen them. I asked one of the gardeners to go to the mansion cemetery at the northern end of the property, but she's so afraid mom's going to fetch her tonight. Pathetic. I asked the other employees too, but they refused to help me too. I see no choice but to dig myself. Dad's not coming here anytime soon, right? He's having a great time with his mistress so he can worry about his only adult female daughter. According to him, before leaving, I'm "too big and fit enough to turn around." I wanted to spit on him. Anyway... I'm going to open Mom's grave myself and get my jewelry back.Winter 14, 1861 There's something about this
"To me, this mansion smells like sun. I can't explain why it smells like that, it's just sun. A yummy smell that wakes me up in the morning and lasts until I wake up the next day after a nightmare."Artemisia was hanging out with Geon at the botanical fair. Even if she was still digesting the new diet she would need to adopt, it wouldn't hurt to at least season the meat. Sure? She prayed to the gods that she didn't...The blonde looked at the demon who walked casually next to her, he looked at the stalls of the fair with the same fascination as a child. The impressed look attracted the sellers with various objects. One woman offered a necklace with an amethyst as big as a heart, another salesman stretched out before the two a ring with a sun inside the moon, it was really beautiful, but seven hundred thousand réis was definitely a joke. The ring clearly wasn't as real as he wanted to sell. At that moment, Geon was looking at glass sculptures as small as a coin. She had to admit
"I started dreaming recently, but not an ordinary dream. Like those we travel to places I can't even imagine if I ever set foot or if I can get back there. In my dreams I am a woman, as beautiful and bright as the sun. The skin so brown and golden that it looked like it was made of gold, but it was miserably thin. This woman looked like Mom before the earth started feeding on her. I miss Mom." Geon had left her alone in the mansion. Alone for long, tortuous minutes, Artemisia tried to distract herself so that that damn poem wouldn't echo into her mind again. It's been tortuous enough to live that, she wouldn't allow herself to remember. She kept the little paper in her dress pocket again, having taken it off to make sure it wasn't worse, mentally speaking, since her arrival. Luckily she hadn't gotten to that level yet.When it was close to 2 pm, the girl decided to wait for the demon, he had the power to appear the moment he wanted. If Geon wanted to show up in the l
"Once and again there was a woman, that said to me. This woman loved everything very much, loved everything. She loved the land she lived in, loved her house, loved her husband, loved the child she carried in her belly. She just didn't love not being able to do anything, not being able to fulfill the dreams she had lived in her womb for the longest time. She was young, but she lived in such misery."Artemisia had lost her hunger, seeing Geon made the fact that she would have to become a cannibal come back so hard that she felt slapstruck. So it just went towards the garden, obviously with a demon occupying the place of her shadow."Did you know that in the old day people believed that children came from the stars?" Geon asked as he looked up at the sky as clear as a candle."No" Artemísia responded in a tone that meant she wanted to stay in hers, watching the flowers that were born slowly.She heard the demon sigh loudly, but did not protest her decision. The two continued to
"Then the woman began to shed her own blood on the earth."The two arrived at a house that is so hidden between the walls and shops that if Geon hadn't explained to her that the restaurant was hidden by magic, the girl would be a little scared to have been taken to that end of the world. She still felt some of the pain she had experienced in the mansion garden, the urge to cry until her eyes fell was there, buried between her bones. But i was in public and with the makeup ready, I could cry at another time. She had learned one thing from all the hell that lived in mom's house: no matter how fucked up you are, always be elegant. Not elegant for society, elegant to yourself, there are already too many problems for you to care what others think. Then she started following it to the letter, even if they resulted in maids talking about a ghost who lived in the Noctavia attic.Geon got out of the car and opened the door for her with a shadow. She laughed when she heard the scream of a
"One day in your gaze I intend to live; Enjoy your love and all that you have to offer; I want to be the one to whom you will ask for lap, love and understanding; I will love you with all the intensity of my soul until the day I die, Then I'll dig up your corpse and make you dance with me at night; My body will be yours and your soul will belong to me, so that then never abandon me."She'd been a fever, she'd been delirious for at least two days, delirious like a drunk thrown the moths. The tears that flowed down her face were the only evidence that she was just delirious, when she saw those headless or deformed things entering the room, she just remembered that she was sick. Sick as fuck.What day was it? It was so hot at times and suddenly it became cold, so cold that she felt her teeth beating each other. Once they hit so hard she tasted blood on her tongue. Artemisia didn't remember how long ago, or why, she was sick, in fact she barely remembered
There was a dream that persisted in staying there, passing again and again. Showing every little detail that wasn't too easy to forget again. He wanted to stay there, that piece of mind where he hurt the most. There wasn't much to do about the dream, it was as uncontrollable as the air, the most she could do was try to digest it. Understanding him was the only option, but she still didn't understand. Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand.She was so tired, she decided to take it.The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed i
While the show did not return, the spectator was alone crying. Lamenting for pains she never can, having to grieve for herself, something no one has done. She stayed there, didn't know if she was sitting or lying down, if it was on a couch or a bed, even thought it might be in a coffin. In the end, the spectator got tired of speculating and stared at nothing, if she was even open-eyed.When the dream came back, it was no longer Lady and Narcissus who were on the scene, it was the woman who came before Lady, the same woman who she named Dama, however, the two looked quite so much so that it did not take long for her to realize that they were mother and daughter. It did something in the spectator's heart to hurt like an arrow. But at the same time, it wasn't as bad as she wanted it to be. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for the show to end.As if it were a bland joke, the mind laughed at the spectator and the hope that grew in her chest. She saw the Dama holding the flowers she had rec