Tag: ethereal realms

  • The Arcane Forest

    The Arcane Forest

    The arcane forest was my place of refuge. It oozed with enchantments, and the trees did not possess a name. It was a place where I became invisible and mortal while still retaining my physical form.

    Softly, the wind whispered to me its hidden secrets, but I could not grasp their meaning. Such was my daze.

    The large clouds were gathering under a grey tone, and all the shades of white contrasted with the blue of the sky. The sound of the streams was like a melody which, however, had a gloomy and at times sinister sound. As if it reflected the image of my heart.

    Lost in my anguish and obsessive thoughts, I was seeking direction in that vast green and dark expanse, although the sun showed its light from time to time. I was lost in the chaos, in the noises that at times followed me relentlessly and at other times vanished into nothingness.

    The trees seemed to move, at times, and at other times they seemed almost dead, shrivelled, as if without vital infamy. But the mystery of that place was unusual and unexplainable. It seemed like a place of my imagination, which did not exist at all in tangible reality.

    In my wandering, it seemed that my shadow no longer followed me, but rather that other shadows not belonging to me had followed my path, as if curious about what I intended to do or where I was going. I was walking without direction and without any goal of finding myself or of finding the right destination.

    It was as if those shadows sighed, or wanted to whisper something to me — hidden truths, sealed secrets, confessions too indecent to be revealed to human ears, or too regal to deserve a particular listening. The trees seemed to encircle an arcane mark, or what seemed like the mark of death, or of the cavern, or the portal through which one might enter another world, a world not reserved for mortals and common souls.

    The arcane forest was my place of solitude alone, but also the place to which I truly belonged. No longer being part of the earthly world, of the world of mortals, of that realm I had tried to possess and understand, but which I then refused to belong to.
    Lisa

  • Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers of the night weaved through the air,
    In the shadowed hollows where moonlight faded,
    Anguish clung to the mist, where darkness pervaded.

    Desires fled through the labyrinth of memories,
    Fragments of forgotten tales faded into the void,
    Ghosts of sorrow and grief ruled the realm of dreams.

    In the ancient trees, whispers conspired,
    A haunting melody of a long-lost lyre,
    While the night unfolded like a cloak of inky velvet.

    Stars shimmered like tears, never to turn back.
    Winds stroke harshly cobblestone paths,
    Where time stood still, and anguish met.

    Flickering lights of lost phantoms danced on endless nights,
    Keeping gleaming secrets like crystal stones,
    In the obscure realm where mysteries unfolded.

    Sparkles of forgetfulness were scattered like shards of glass,
    Reflecting on the past in a world of trespass,
    Like eerie entities lingering in the cold embrace of the aether.

    Whispers of the night through the veil of twilight,
    Where shadows teased in the heart of darkness,
    And silence reigned supreme.

    In the eerie melancholy of ancient vestiges,
    Sighs hovered in the abyss of the night,
    In the haunted clasp of fading light.

    Beneath the veil of darkness’s shroud,
    Lights were entwined with shadows,
    Lost in the labyrinth of time’s expanse.

    The moon cast a spectral glow,
    A luminescent guide through ethereal realms,
    Where relics of eternity threaded their tales.

    In the vault of silence, dreams arose,
    Flying through the chambers of the imagination,
    Where every spec of reality vanished.

    The night held its breath, a pause in time,
    As remembrances of the past waltzed with the present,
    In the hallowed depths where phantoms roamed.

    Hence, the night whispered its secrets,
    In the language of stars and shadows,
    Lost in the timeless fortress of the unknown.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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