Chronicles of the Lost Thought :
Mirror of Twilight p2: Elusion
Mirror of Twilight p2: Elusion
The night didn't accept me in her cradle. But I didn't want hers either - her songs were too timeless for my ears, her comfort - too nostalgic. The great black coat of night looms around me, and I couldn't do anything but help myself close to sleep. The Mirror of Twilight rests itself on my anchor, and it purports things reality can't convey once, but twice. The real twilight, and it's reflection.
So what if I didn't sleep - it's has always been like this before. . . the macabre of night has always gone down first before I have. And none of this madness had come weren't for that -
I've lost myself - and lost to myself in it's own process. It's night's welcome that I get to enjoy the calmness I once neglected. It's night's welcome that I once again resolve to myself and think aloud within this room. What of it that I missed? Is there something I left behind?
Or maybe I have - maybe I did. . . just don't remember it well. Don't know for sure what it was that made the day alright.
DeVars had made such a laden quote that the computer had trouble understanding his lines. Not that they were to short and terse, but that they have utter meanings than the normal set you use everyday. The simplest thing should prove to be it's major disappointment.
And besides of it all, the sizes it takes up are of the meager lengths.
Upon close inspection, he would usually write and look out for things - then write again and look out - the same cycle for every hour that passes this cool stolid night. Where was the Mirror of Twilight all this time?
The Mirror of Twilight had already taken him ahold. About an hour or so - or maybe even days. It was the part that kept him from knowing of the girl - and which blocks his senses of her presence. Would she be actually there? Is there really someone out there?
For all that centuries know - the Mirror of Twilight had been a prominent relic that drives the souls to a sullen prison - an eternity of nightmares, an eternity of dreams. Be it that you hate. It gives the utter torment that would befell you down to you knees - and much more than that.
When was the time he was taken as host? When was it that he got captured?
Still a question unanswered.
