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Brian Enos - An Ending
This couldn't possibly be reality. No, its far too, surreal. The feeling is of contentment, comprehensiveness, bliss. Far to little words to describe this overwhelming place you've wandered into. For a moment, you shiver, an invisible gale force wracking your body. You begin to realize, you hear the ocean, the lapping waves, the salty air. But before you there is only the radiant edges of a blank canvass. Color spiraling and entwining in stokes. There is no depth, there is no sky. No ground, no room, only endless colors smeared across the canvas, luminescent, surreal. A moment of fear grips you, this strange place foreign, though no words spoken, or written, it is all the same unworldly. Don't not be afraid guest, a voice as lull as the crashing waves. You trip over yourself, looking in every direction. Where did it come from? H-how do you know my name?, you call back nervously, still looking for this voice. You hear a bubble of laughter, not rude, nor spiteful, but as if they love you, always have and always will. I know more than just your name child . You suddenly realize, this voice is coming from inside you. From inside the deepest fathoms of your mind, your imagination. Where are you? You call out, still turning in a slow circle, only seeing the endless canvas with spinning colors. I am everywhere, it replies softly, silkily, lovingly. You stop, start backwards, and hug yourself, nearly falling down, though you doubt it would hurt even if you did. Standing before you, is a she wolf, her silky fur rippling in the winds, her eyes staring into yours. One blue, one green. She evokes the deepest harmony within you, and you know you are safe here. Who are you? She smiles contently, and reclines, sitting now. I have many names, she replies, her pools glimmering, a light behind her flickering in the distance, like some sort of sun. Looking back her, you realize she isn't talking! She's not moving her mouth, she is telepathic? No child, I have no voice she coos and flicks her white tail. You swallow a hard lump, still confused and a bit dazed, as if sleeping. I am the wind in the grass and trees, the waves of the ocean. The lull of the very earth. But you may call me Symmphony.
Name: Symmphony | Age: Infinite | Gender: Female
Symmphony isn't of earth, and therefore does not project human emotions. Its hard for any being to grasp this. Any emotion we have, she has more of. It is beyond our physical and emotional comprehension. You feel anger, she feels unfathomable rage. You feel love, she feels and endless abyss of passion and adoration. You feel sadness, she feels an indescribable pollution of sorrow. She is of course, almost always bubbling with glee and cheerfulness, but as of late, her never-ending cauldron has been drained of its luster - leaving an unusually derelict muse.
Symm has a typical body for a female, slender, agile and supple. She is a hybrid mix of both Fennec fox and wolf. Symm has a very sturdy frame, with tight, well-toned muscles. Her coat is a somewhat luminescent white. Its long and silky, and becomes thick around her neck, sometimes looking like a mane. Her ears are tremendously long, and her tail somewhat fluffy and petite, though long enough. Her eyes are both different colors, and each one is very vivid and easily spotted. She has a pattern around her eyes, with blues and greens curling around each other. Her left foreleg has the Chinese symbol for 'sound' on it, with brown, charcoal, blue and green twisting in delicate patterns around it. Her tail is ringed black, and her ears are dipped in charcoal and tipped with green.
Its hard to understand Symmphony's past, because it is far before and beyond our time. With the first spark of life came sound. The waves of the ocean, the whisperings of the winds. Crickets in the night, singing their joyful tunes, and the still of midnight, the screech of an owl. Those are all the weavings of the Muse - Symmpohny. She has many names, some that we may not even know. Though her true calling is a simple sound in ones mind, she goes by this name, so that all beings may know her equally.
In the beginning, all there was, was sound. Dark blackness, echoing calls of the earth to come. And their keeper. The Muse of music, earthly or humanly. Her voice is the babbling brook, the fall of the tree in the forest, the creak in your house, the ripples of water, the dropping of tears. Without her, there is no sound. Without sound, there is no Symmphony. She was delighted, ecstatic to begin her new job on earth. Though the only language she knew in the those days was winds and water. The time seemed to pass with a enjoying slowness. She does not rush things, or she never used to. Relishing in the thunderstorms, the pitter patter of rain. The silent twinkling of the stars, the rage of a whipping tornado. All these things are many, and most are unnoticed for their tremendous force, but she knows them one by one, and tells them when to speak, and when to be silent.
Then there came the day, when the living creatures flourished every crevice of the earth, and she chose their sounds one by one. Lions, birds, wolves and all. The task was tedious, but she savored every moment. Now with the increase in her work, she became more powerful with everyday. The sounds and music of earth keeping her nimble fingers at work. She never once complained, for she enjoyed it, more than one could comprehend, for mind you, her emotions are tenfold of ours.
Humans were her next assignment, creating the words and sounds of every individual, the voice, the ring in their throat, she granted. The lucky ones she gave the gift of song. But every one a unique voice, a unique sound. She created the language, from English to Spanish and everything in between. In those days, she was as powerful as ever, and now she is wilting away.
The beauty of her sounds are spoiling away, and she can only sit by and watch. With every passing day, she becomes weaker and weaker, her sounds being toyed with, altered, torn away from the blank script she wrote. Her music. Her tunes. Her melodies and notes. Her symphony.
Anyone who did fall in love with Symmphony, couldnt possibly reciprocate such a powerful passion as she, though she never dismisses the possibility, and muses of it often. Everyone has a match, and though she is immortal, she hopes someday she will meet him...whoever it is.
Tehym | In my many travels, I was lucky enough to come across Tehym. He really is a blessed soul, though I feel deeply for him. The poor thing lost his family and friends, because of a disease he contracted during a huge epidemic. I recall this, but I always thought it was over with, and the plague eradicated. However, I can be around him, unlike most, because of his fits of rage. Since the only way I can communicate is through thoughts I can always tell when the animalistic crave is taking over.
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