Tin Universe Daily #126
There are so many versions of some stories,
Especially when a prospective to the title of
The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah,
In
a corner of the Dream Trail near The House Of Morning Droughts there was a
bronze castle.
A
small castle the size of most American modern two-bedroom homes, but a castle
none-the-less.
Within
the castle walls there were decorations of names and places and poetry written
within the bronze walls as if burned into them with something very sharp which
was very hot but used gently.
The
main entranceway into the castle opens from its double front doors into a
gallery of hanging threads of pure gold about the size of a pencil in thickness
and about 80 yards from one end to the other, from top to bottom; which shows
you just how tall the ceiling is just inside the doorway. It reminds some of
walking through the hippy beads some people have in their closet doorways in
dorms.
You
know what I mean.
From
the main entrance you walk down a corridor; which leads to an end point at a
circle end point with three doors. Each door was a different color of bronze.
One was golden bronze, the other was silver bronze, and the one in the middle
was a dark red bronze. Each had a different style of door handle-wooden,
Victorian, and push button with a little blue light up button.
Have
you ever noticed how powerful of a word “button” is?
Just
me?
Ok.
Going
through the silver bronze door we find two women calmly sitting around a
campfire built into the center of the rooms white marble floor. The fire burned
yellow and black flames. The wood burning within the fire seemed to almost
crackle like voices speaking names yet to be born.
One
of the women, who had long brown hair and was wearing a long light blue dress, was
wearing roman style sandals and reading from a book; while the other was
wearing a dark blue dress with black hair and no shoes and sitting playing a
flute… or recorder, depending on where you’re from.
The
woman reading puts down her book.
Note
the book cover was a cover of dancing fairies and blank pages within after the
point she stopped reading.
‘A
new prophecy has been spoken.’
The
woman playing her flute barely moves it away from her lips before speaking and
only then with a soft as silk voice.
‘The
9 are now a part of creation. I think my lady that all that has been created is
changing.’
The
fire continued to speak as it did in this place and the two women returned to
what they had been doing as everything, everywhere was changed forever.
This
happen at the beginning of time. Now. This will happen at the end of time.
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
brian c.williams
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