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We're in that argument again. Only this time I moved my hand elegantly. I had power. (And I looked a lot better, too.) I asked him if he knew it wasn't real. “Yes.” “How?” The parents arrive. This time they are confused because he's clearly fighting, and the little girl is ... unbalanced. But those fingers of mine. Again, they move. I silence the boy. Turn to the girl. “You with the innocent eyes. Do you see this?“ *motioning to the dragon on my shoulder made of earthy things* “Yes...“ “And what shape is it?“ She is bewildered. “I am shaped like a bipedal. I have hands and arms to do little grabby monkey things, like you. ” *I make silly motions that make her smile. The parents seem to ease some. They cannot tell I do not work there. No one ever can.* “What shape is this, then?” She looks at her brother, who rolls his eyes and makes an exasperated gesture. “Why, it's a quadruped. See? Four feet!“ She sees four feet and nods slowly. ” And it has a tail? ” She looks and nods again. ”And it's nose? Is it a sniffer?” *I point to my own elegant, small, completely impractical nose* ”Or a snout?” *I sniff about like a dog or pig. The girl smiles with a small giggle. The brother is now bewildered. This is actual science I am saying, but fun. Common speak, with meaning. Why is he so confused. Does he fight this?* She nods. Big, bobbling motions. "And does it have wings?" She peeks and I lower myself to show wings made of cloth. She nods. "But it's not *real*!" says the brother in sharp, crying consternation as he stomps and acts as if he is to storm away. "Young Man." He stops. He's never been called a man. "You started this. Are you a hero or a villain?" He is confused and returns to being arrogantly dismissive of 'childish' things. "Well, which is it? A hero who seeks to protect his sister from future hurts by telling her truths now, or a villain who only did this to watch his sister in pain? Hero or Villain, young human." He can't look at his parents. Then he gets his back up. "Hero." That's the right answer, he knows it, but it’s not the truth. "Then you stay. You remain right where you are. Only a villain runs away. Cowards, who cannot face the consequences of pain." I turn back to the girl who has never seen her brother talked to this way. Lessons so blunt, so plain. Parents concerned and perhaps angry. Their child is talked to harshly, but if they dare redress it, then they admit they have lost controle. They want to punish the boy, but cannot. They remain on the edge. Is this a performance? Is this... what? They do not know. "Now, young one with the innocent eyes. With a pure heart, is it real? Remember!” *I warn in the manner of the old fey, giving you but one chance to remain* “Speak only truth. If you see it with innocent eyes, and know what shape it is in, is it real?" Such concentration and silence. She must be sure. But she answers. Almost defying the mean of her brother, who is yet still a kid. What did he know, compared to an adult?! "Yes!" She smiles as I smile, pure joy and wonder in her happy eyes. The parents seem relieved. The brother is aghast. He knows! He knows it's not a real dragon! "Then you may touch him," I say as I lower myself to her height. "Twice. On the nose. A boop-boop." We practice a few times, and then she slowly touches the nose of the little clay dragon. ”Boop. Boop.” It moves. She stares in wonder, half a rocking step forward. The brother slacks. Did wonder just re-enter his eyes? The parents are pale with concern. And as this all happens, my companions stay where they are, waiting. One cautious, one delighted. He might have been doing the pub crawl earlier. He was. The dragon shakes off its mortal disguise of hand worked earth and textile accents. It stretches, blinking great eyes.  I lift my arm, and it crawls up, then jumps into flight, wings powerful against the sky. "Dragons are real," I say, looking at the boy. "And a knight never hurts a princess. It is real. Real depends on if you believe with your heart and know with your mind. Otherwise... nothing is. Not even me. And I am real. As real as you." The dragon returned, crawled down my arm, to the other side of my neck and curled up to take a nap. As it did, the crafted form took hold of the dragon. This time, its eyes were closed in rest, whereas before it sat alert. "Do not doubt what is real. Only know what should not be, and make it so. Without being cruel. " My eyes glitter. "Understand me?" I am so close to the boy I can smell his fear and courage fighting disappointment in so many things. He looks at the dragon, then at me. He nods. The parents - indeed many others in the aria who dared to take notice of something outside their small lives - were in wonder. This had to be an act! What a show their kids stumbled on! And the players! Though my friends did nothing much, their presence is known. Usually people do not notice me unless I'm actively passing. It’s the costume, you see. "We must have an accord, you and I, little knight. Keep to code, and do not anger the fairies." I cross my arms over my bodice and though I can see them, they can no longer see me. What magic! What a display! The boy searches, unable to let it be. No one can disappear like that! I was right there, and those others too! Where did they go? Finally, he sees me at the snack stand across the way where they sell frozen sorbet in carved out fruits. Frantically he points me out to his parents who take a break from buying over priced things to see the ‘luvvie taking a break’. They do not take heed, feeling they have had enough focused attention for the day. The others who were watching go about their way, only the actual workers giving thought to the things they have seen - mere images soon driven to memory as the numbers from sales progressed. The little girl is gabbling, skipping her way to the play place wearing a new crown of dried blooms, while the brother is far more contemplative than he was when we first met. I sink my teeth into the cold treat. Perhaps the bite is a little too much. BRAIN FREEZE!

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Lost Frequencies feat. Janieck Devy - Reality (Official Music Video)

you lay to rest and suddenly you feel peaceful and at ease more or less at one with everything you can relate to every thing as if it was a friend. every thing makes sense you see the reality where while we rest to sleep other objects take over and as those objects live thru you and more objects cluster.....you clean sometimes and can never expalin why,its always good. follow for more

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