The Fifrildi Edda (Part 7) In between decisions
“Have you completely lost your mind??!” Said the Caterpillar, exasperated from the thought of what She had just said.
“Maybe. Maybe I have and maybe I have not. But most probably if I did, that’s when I realized the true sense of freedom. I am not this painted portrait on the wall. I am not this sculpture set up on that pedestal. This is me. Theses images in the broken pieces I see before me is me. I am what I have created for myself be it evil or good. I am a product of these decisions that I had made for myself whether I chose to be aware of it or not. I cannot play a victim of what has transpired.”
“Then I take it that you’ve decided the answer to this riddle?”
She then again reads the inscription on the sand “‘To take into heart what the universe has conspired, I face the precipice of fire with a shard of ice. I plant the seed of the Frozen Dream into the raging currents of time.”
She then picks up a sliver of the broken Mirror of Dreams and sets of find the tides of bevissthetsstrøm.
I haven’t decided on names yet >_> i’d probably need another dose of domestic drama to get the story out of my head :))
Slowly everything is falling into place.
Everything’s a rough sketch but the hazy lines would probably flow out more fluently after another epiphany. I wonder if i could ever get this story published though >_<