#pipira

You shouldn’t exist.

In some matter, perhaps it could be said Eigen didn’t exist.

But reality was impartial. It only applied to certain people. Within certain places. Among certain things.

Every waking moment of a person’s life was an existence. And it would only be the few moments when someone closes their eyes that existence would but flush away. Until they would live again in their dreams. Their nightmares. Their subconscious.

“Kissy is just around this corner!”

Sometimes it’s better to not float into these waking sleeps. The subconscious is a cruel cruel creature. It takes all your waking fears, anxieties, hopes; and compresses them into an art form.

“Here we are…!”

Eigengrau was graced with the imagery of a long white sheeted table. That was of a long length from one end to the other. It’s edges decorated with that of lace. On the long table was a large assortment of sweets. Cakes, sherberts, pies, danishes, croissants, fritters, donuts, biscuits, rolls, and plenty of cookies. There was an assortment of tea, milk, creme, honey, and sugar as well. All of the dishes were made from China and silver. And there was enough of a spread to ensure that someone could eat here forever. Every time something was eaten, like magic it would be replaced once more. In the exact same spot. Looking the exact same appearance.

On one end of the long table, sat a Keeper Miqo’te. Staring ahead of him with a small fox like smile. His eyes aglow with gold. One eye lighter and brighter than the other. In Eigengrau’s dream that night, his fur was blue with hints of yellow and green. The rippling light of the sun above casting dancing shadows upon his form. And dancing bits of light. He was dressed in his Lightday best. With a sunhat that was covered incredibly well in flowers of all sorts. The same sort of flowers found throughout the expense of the table.

He was smiling at a boy, sitting at the other end of the table. A boy who was the same age as the boy leading Eigen around. He had such a cold look in his forest green eyes. A deathly stare that could send shivers down the spine of even the most hardened man. This was not a boy that you wanted to trust.

The boy next to Eigen would frown. And stop pulling in Eigengrau’s hand. “Who...Who is that…?”

The Xaela boy scattered off in a rush. Circling around the table towards the smiling Miqo’te, and Eigengrau whilst reaching out, could not stop him. The boy would tug at the Keeper’s clothing. Pulling on him. “Kissy! Kissy! Hey! I...I brought a friend!” The boy smiled at Kissy and tugged harder. “Look!”

There was a split second where the man at the table, in his Lightday best, looking as regal and perfect as Eigen always knew him would turn. And offer the brightest, most brilliant welcoming gaze Eigen had ever seen.

But Eigen’s attention would be stolen by the appearance of the other boy beside him. Jamming a sharp object in his side.

“He is mine” a voice said.

And then the sharp object was gone. The pain was gone. And Eigen was being taken into the arms of an angel.

“Pipira...Oh Pipira..”