Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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Are the dead really silent?
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I could not find her. I could not feel her. The comfort of feeling whole had vanished. On every plane I searched for her. The veil had lifted, fallen, and lifted again. Time after time I walked the paths, begged the fates, searched in every corner of every realm for the pieces of my life that had vanished. No body to be found and my soul was suddenly missing. My life had seeped from me in time. The seasons had changed and changed again until the cycle had completed back to its beginning and I had lost even more of myself.
Each moment, every breath, I tried to tie myself to those who bound me to life. My daughter, Solstice, eclipsed the darkness of the world with her beautiful golden light. Her kindness and spirit balanced only by darkness of Thoth. The light and dark of the siblings tugged at my heart, though one held a small piece of my soul. The balances of the world, my world were tipped. I could not see the whole. It was as through the veil itself had fallen over my eyes as the snow fell onto my face.
The shivers of cold did not effect me, so void was I to the realm around me. The lines were blurred and those of the lost plagued me constantly. Through all the visitors and all the voices I could not find her. The bright blue eyes that would save me once more.
The cold wind blew, a whisper through the chill. Cries had long frozen in my body but my eyes grasp the softness. So hopeful. So fearful. I longed to feel her. A twist of fate, a song on the wind that was truly silent. Through the falling snow I saw a pale figure. Was it real or the shadows of death playing their tricks on me once more. Their voices left me in utter silence while screaming deadeningly in my mind. The words and shouts never stopped their cacophony until it tore me to darkness. All I could see in the dark was the pale form. The desire to feel her again, to love her. I raced forward to the pale body I thought I craved. Dead or alive I wanted my form wrapped around her. I could no longer feel, no longer comprehend the lines between life and death, right or wrong, reality and madness.
I needed her. My life, my mate, my love. Psyche. My soul.
It was her. I loved her. It wasn't. It was too late.
She was mine.
She was another.
Reality.
Nightmare.
Death.
Life.
My life.
Her life.
Her death.
The dead were silent.

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