“There’s one thing you should know about Celestials. And that thing is: Celestials are deceitful,” Conductor proclaims, his voice loud and piercing. “Those polluted by them may appear human, but they’re anything but.”
“All that’s left is the final purification ritual. Only then this child will be freed.”
As Conductor spoke, he rose his heavy hand above the Polluted.
“Remember. A man is a slave to no one.”
And then I was blinded by violet.
Secondary Object: Of Stillness and Hysteria.
The more I tried to move,
The more the cube’s walls closed in on me.
I was scared.
But the world outside the box was much, much more scary.
Outside the box, it was quiet.
So I remained still, and waited.
All I could do was wait.
You hear a loud thud. Then the sounds behind the door disappear altogether. You ponder ways to open the door in a more efficient manner. The door seems to be blocked off by a barrier. It occurs to you that you can use violet blood to perform a sacred ritual to get in.
But during the night, we were free to do anything we wanted.
Because the Forest kept all our secrets.
All we knew
Was the warmth of our joined hands.
And it was all that mattered.