redshiftreign |
May 16th, 2024 08:36 PM |
living in a veil, we never need to go without
a meadow.
sedge sways gently in the breeze. though crisp, almost spring-like, it's not cold. with it carries a fresh scent, one untainted by clans and blood. untainted by mortal paws that might dare to disturb the fragile balance of tranquility embedded in the very fabric of reality here. it is fundamental, it is constant, and it in that one eternal moment feels both larger and infinitely smaller than either of the momentary denizens care to realize. time sprawls out in its infinite scope, endlessly toiling onwards; pirouetting in a futile fractal spiral, irrelevant, irreverent, and disregarded.
birdsong lilts, a gentle melody on the wind. silksong tilts his silver head back, angling his chin to point at the sky from where it had been resting upon his paws. the air is different, he notes. poisoned, almost. something new. change, otherwise uninvited, within his domain. his domain. where he forgot his strife, his hunger, his burdens, and lost himself to listless and languid rumination. where the birdsong looped in the background of his wondering, where he sat, unabashed about his small joy. it was the small joy, sleep, that held him in its silk cradle and kept the worst of his thoughts at bay. the ones that had claws and vitriol, and stronger emotions than what he could bottle, cork, and stuff down.
but, silksong did not speak. this place has unspoken rules- rules he dare not break. though there was an interloper, he could tell, within his palace (unexpected, but not unwelcome. silksong thought himself quite the generous and benevolent youth) he did not dare shatter the tender peace. it was all he had. it was all he needed. it was all that nourished. hopefully, this stranger would come to understand his fascination with the quiet, timeless meadow that sat somewhere nestled in the nook of liminal and unnaturally serene. so close to the point of tipping over, but just alive enough to provide the right type of comfort for cats like him.
cats that needed an escape from the noise of life.
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