Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

*Nephthys* · 04-21-2019, 09:03 AM

Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel

The bronze-kissed Goddess watched with an unwavering gaze, as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve, and then that melted away in turn as stygian darkness took over the sky. Sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at her her slender form, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky, and then suddenly the clouds parted, and she found herself looking at a lustrous, argent disc casting brilliant rays of moonlight onto the dark grounds. How magical it was, how eerie to be in the presence of such full moon. The babe was laying across the soil at a decent distance from the Waterfall, in order to not crush her auditory system but rather enjoy it like serene music to her ears. There was a power and a brilliance in the tranquility, a place of stillness even in the roar of the water. The white water cascaded down a series of rocky outcrops, giving the effect of many waterfalls rather than just one. Then it flowed on its way, nonchalant, as if nothing had occurred.

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