begin again, begin again

 like the lonesome river along the gates of samsara , where perpetually this isolated existence would continue forevermore . . . the flood of memories-- she wonders , was she mistaken after all ? the connection ripples , disconnecting somewhere and creating static. however she looks over it . . . a definite answer cannot be found. perhaps it was useless ; to ponder on the impossible possibility of a dream that has not reached its end.

  if that is so . . .    is this , too , a dream without its end ? and what end . . . will it be ?

                  alone.

alone.

                     i.

  eternity.         repeat.

               again.

                                                a human should not have become a GOD.

  -- eyes flutter when that oddly calming voice disturbs those thoughts. they slowly peer up to him ; as if in a strong daze. it takes longer than usual , for her own presence to touch reality. ( ah -- it’s , lord krishna. ) as if clouds lifted and the light completely disturbed a sleeping maiden , she turns to him , breath caught in her throat. ( how does this keep happening ? ) even though it’s her first instinct to berate herself as typical , she stays quiet without one apology to be pressed about ; much more unusual when it came to the DIVINE before her , where any error or wrong deed would -- surely , cause horrible consequences.

  “ . . . ”

  and yet . because krishna’s presence stayed here , so strangely , even the tension of her first impression dissipated through little cracks and the calm that appeared to surround him seemed to be enough to let down her guard. she wonders , then . . . how -- will this end ? lost without a proper answer to his question , not one excuse she can think of making , telling him of what truly runs through her mind -- is unacceptable. furthermore , it would only reveal the identity of someone as HORRIBLE as the EVIL BEING she is . . .

  but.

   but , without thinking further --

  “ . . . lord krishna.     what is the reason . . . you care ? ”

  it is spoken truly bluntly , the semblance of a rude tone ; truly an unbeffiting way for someone like her to refer to him above all. that wasn’t acceptable. that was unacceptable. still , still -- something bothers her. it truly , bothers her , more than anything. it’s something she doesn’t understand. she cannot --

(    you -- should , leave -- )

 “ . . . ah. ”

What Monster From Folklore Protects You?

Ceasg

“With a mouth but no way to speak…

With legs but nowhere to go…

With a mind but no way to think…

With a heart but no way to feel..”

The ceasg, known in Scottish as Gaelic as Maighdean na Tuinne, “maid of the wave”, are a largely peaceful seafaring mermaid-like fae with a rightful fear of humans. They hail from the depths of Scottish folklore, swimming innocently up and down coastlines, playing in lagoons. Their harmonizing voices can be heard drifting through the morning fog, luring sailors to their ultimate demise. Their seemingly lackadaisical living conditions sports one major drawback.

Captivity.

If a ceasg is captured by a human, he or she owes their soul to that individual and must grant them three wishes in exchange for their release. They can be forced into marriage and bear human children who are fated to become world-renowned sailors. After a while, the ceasg will grow weary of dismal human life. Depression rests on their shoulders like a cloud as they long for freedom. For the sea. They may fight back against their captor and can only be overcome by the destruction of their very soul, usually kept outside of their own bodies.

You have always been… distant. You’d rather simply fantasise about new and grand other worlds than ever exist in this mundane reality. You may be artistically inclined but your creativity is not just limited to artistic prowess. You have always longed for something more, almost as if you are out of place with the rest of humanity. This can occasionally lead to feelings of isolation or deprivation. You thirst for something which you cannot quite articulate as you follow the song of your heart wherever it may lead you. Perhaps you are a hopeless romantic, looking for a fairy tale ending. You follow the song as it draws you deeper and deeper into the inky depths, pulling you further and further from home. You wanderings have caught the attention of a ceasg who is determined to protect you, wary that you may meet the same fate it will inevitably meet someday. Be careful out here in these unfamiliar waters,

the heaviest of chains never manifest themselves physically.

tagged by: stolen from @vcsavi

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Ceasg

"With a mouth but no way to speak...

With legs but nowhere to go...

With a mind but no way to think...

With a heart but no way to feel.."

The ceasg, known in Scottish as Gaelic as Maighdean na Tuinne, "maid of the wave", are a largely peaceful seafaring mermaid-like fae with a rightful fear of humans. They hail from the depths of Scottish folklore, swimming innocently up and down coastlines, playing in lagoons. Their harmonizing voices can be heard drifting through the morning fog, luring sailors to their ultimate demise. Their seemingly lackadaisical living conditions sports one major drawback.

Captivity.

If a ceasg is captured by a human, he or she owes their soul to that individual and must grant them three wishes in exchange for their release. They can be forced into marriage and bear human children who are fated to become world-renowned sailors. After a while, the ceasg will grow weary of dismal human life. Depression rests on their shoulders like a cloud as they long for freedom. For the sea. They may fight back against their captor and can only be overcome by the destruction of their very soul, usually kept outside of their own bodies.

You have always been... distant. You'd rather simply fantasise about new and grand other worlds than ever exist in this mundane reality. You may be artistically inclined but your creativity is not just limited to artistic prowess. You have always longed for something more, almost as if you are out of place with the rest of humanity. This can occasionally lead to feelings of isolation or deprivation. You thirst for something which you cannot quite articulate as you follow the song of your heart wherever it may lead you. Perhaps you are a hopeless romantic, looking for a fairy tale ending. You follow the song as it draws you deeper and deeper into the inky depths, pulling you further and further from home. You wanderings have caught the attention of a ceasg who is determined to protect you, wary that you may meet the same fate it will inevitably meet someday. Be careful out here in these unfamiliar waters,

the heaviest of chains never manifest themselves physically.

tagged by: stolen from @vcsavi