542. Histoire rose, 4
(Rose)
Once upon a time, distant and cold, grey and rainy days, was a strange and haunted house. It was old. It was cold; and it was ever so dark inside.
Out of its dreams over the years, out of its dust, cobwebs and shades, slowly grew a nameless chaos and darkness.
Out of it all, once upon a time, rose a new world!
The skies spread out, the clouds opened, as it swiftly covered the old one.
A new nightmare followed for everyone in the entire world. As an everlasting hail of sorrow now began its downpour over the human lands.
The storm between the two worlds became so much like night but darker, that the sun, the days and even the nights seem to disappear together.
Day and night were no longer there, turning reality and time into a stranger world.
Humans decayed in that time of revelation. Until after a long period beyond that time of end, when there was no longer blood to be shed... There was no longer any blood of any kind to be found.
In the countless ruins left behind, lied only ashes, drought and silence. The strong humans were no more.
Their doubts, their morals, philosophies and thoughts no longer relevant.
The twilight of the strong was long past, into that endless night.
Yet...
Someday.
Somehow.
The sun rose again.
And under its glow, amidst the ruins and fringes, sprouts and flowers blooming again.
All the colours of the earth evolved, as new plants and roses began to spread.
Reborn, and yet so vivid and proud.
Amongst the rays revealing the new world, appeared one day a rose like none other.
This rose went on a journey, uprooting itself courageously.
Uprooting itself beyond the sorrow piled up in the ashes deep below the fields and ruins.
It went to travel on endless roads. It faced many challenges, easy and insane.
Yet it thrived, against all odds given to her at birth by the old gods.
Exploring an endless world it couldn’t remember.
Hunting to survive at the expense of others. Fighting to live on another day at times.
Surviving and living, into a strange and so wider new world.
The leaden skies softly opened to more light along the passing days.
It encountered so many things it couldn’t comprehend. So many qualia and exotic matters. Everything down to life itself had become foreign and odd to her.
Although homecoming was her first drive in this age. Its first instinct as she awoken, lost in the world, was to return to the place where her oldest roots had grown in the past.
Where she as an old rose tree had become many. It only sought to be reunited with something past, for its life was about love alone. The brave little rose stormed through the wilderness, facing more than she reasonably ever should. Because her heart was cold as her hopes were painful and dimming.
All the snow in the winter days was pressing over her heart. Yet she refused to give up, and made her way back eventually where nothing was left alive.
The blue rose she longed for was long gone, withered for centuries gone along the rest.
All her life so far, had been naught but a bad dream, ending in a nightmare.
In sadness, sickness and health, she failed to find the blue roots alive.
And yet again, she didn’t wilt. Her story and fate were not over yet. Not yet!
The brave little rose mourning the loss of her love and past, decided to start her odyssey. It took the first steps to a new life ahead. It went back and even deeper into Terra Incognita, and the realms of imaginary time.
It visited more oddities and cities, first one, then two, until she lost count and track of them for ever.
She curiously looked into all there was to know about this new world of hers. Meeting all the new beings-like-her that scoured the earth as wild and free as any other plants.
She met anew with her hateful daiûa, the wildest of flowers, her new blessing and curse in existence.
Their bodies and minds mingled. They gradually became one to one another. This was a union of one pragmatic flesh and two romantic souls, able to bloom better to their heart’s content.
It wasn’t quite about power or even sec, not yet. It was about living again, and creating your own life for yourself, from the ashes of your previous self.
Living again. Beyond the worst of nights.
Always.
New drives for an existence always renewed and reborn. Wild hunts in the seasons of night. Visiting friends in the seasons of light. Becoming a hero in the darkest times, a villain in the saddest ones, and simply happy during the brighter days that came.
She thrived, woman, monster or flower, rushing head-on into the mysteries and wonders to discover, burning inside this bright new world. She enjoyed exploring what lied out there hidden, and meeting what lurked below and behind.
She rode the lightning over to distant skies and new lands, the world ever and always wider.
Observing flora and fauna, thinking, pondering and doubting as much herself as everything else she discovered. Always doubtful.
Sometimes crying in her pooling blood. Sometimes laughing from the wonders brought with alcohol. And simply breathing, being alive.
With growing wings, the brave little rose was able to fly into the sky, chasing the elusive horizon forever.
She was able to open and go beyond all the forbidden doors of the underworld, distant and past, or current and new.
She faced all along the ever changing truth of life and chaos on her path. Monsters became friends and friends became monsters, in the wake of what chaos truly was. A beast she couldn’t tame as it was life itself, but that she grew to understand and love. For every time they met, something curious and whimsical would be created or revealed.
Every spark of an encounter was like a wish possibly coming true. The skies kept pulling her in and forward, with growing joy to live in this world.
Beyond the wildest dreams of hers, even sometimes beyond the stars.
Creating, enjoying everything when it could.
And surviving in melancholy, when the worst comes to be.
Even when it’s the end of existence and hope itself.
Because regardless of you, tomorrow, the sun will rise again.
And something new will take roots in you.
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