Eternal Slumber Mga Nobela at Kwento

The intricate tapestries adorning the walls seemed to whisper tales of ancient lore, their timeless wisdom offering a fleeting respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume her. With a sense of urgency, Seraphina approached her ornately carved coffin, its dark mahogany surface beckoning her with a promise of solitude and reflection. As she lowered herself into its plush interior, a wave of calm washed over her, the familiar embrace of her sanctuary offering a momentary reprieve from the conflicting emotions that raged within.

But the chill that settles in my bones has nothing to do with the temperature. "The sleeper," Xander murmurs, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I've heard that term before, in one of the old prophecies. But it can't be..." "What?" I press, dread pooling in my stomach. "Xander, what are you thinking?" He turns to me, his face pale. "There's an ancient legend, older than werewolves or Fae. It speaks of a being of unimaginable power, cast into an eternal slumber to protect reality itself. If that being is awakening..."

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."

'She made it seem as if afterwards we just, I don't know, forget the pain or something? Ethan chuckled, but his eyes were dark, cold. 'Casey, we rip your souls from your bodies and eat them. Do you think you'd forget a pain like that if you were still alive afterwards? Juliette meant that you forget the pain because you're dead. That's it. The end. Finis. Morte aeternam .' 'Right. Okay,' I said.

An escape. "Here in hell, dark and deep. I offer you an eternal sleep." Her eyes closed and I heard her mumble a thank you, before drifting away, like the wind on a sunny afternoon. I watched as she levitated and a soothing breeze overwhelmed me. Free at last. I didn't know where she would be going to, or what the definition of what free meant to her. But I knew she was happy. A thin smile appeared on my face, as my heart livened a little. A part of me was happy, happy that she'd finally found rest at last. And the other part became sad. Scared and terrified that one day, I might long for that feeling also. The feeling of being released. Of being free. Free from this world for eternity.

She saw a flicker of a dark, cramped room, the smell of burning oil, and a woman with silver eyes shouting over the roar of a furnace. "It’s not dead," Elen whispered, her own internal light flickering to match the dull orange of the rust. "It’s 'Sleeping.' It’s a 'Physical-Command.' This tool doesn't ask the world to change; it 'Forces' it. It’s the 'Original-Friction'."

For temporary surrender of consciousness. Doubt watched them settle. Watched them close their eyes. Watched them trust that morning would come. “They sleep. They surrender consciousness. They become nothing temporarily. They prove that even existence needs escape. Needs rest from being. Needs relief from the burden of consciousness.” Doubt moved among the sleeping pack. “This proves my point. This proves even beings who choose existence seek nothing. Seek unconsciousness. Seek temporary death from the torture of being awake. Nothing would provide permanent relief. Nothing would end the need for these temporary escapes. Nothing is superior.”