Time 5
146 Words
The mother of all.
In the pure waters of maternal love, all shall breathe to Oblivion.
That most sacred love of Earth will leave through its tender lullaby.
— My love... let me speak to you...
-Dumah, I am tired. Tired of all. What makes you not understand that...
— How Oblivion is my son?
-The moment I was created you loved me. And from the light I was and silence you fall, Oblivion was born. In my heart he stood, in my skin, he's been nurtured, ..., he needed no shape or form what so ever.
Dumah felt his power extended. No more words. No yes, no No. Nothing. Silence it has to lean on earth.
He reaches for his Lilla but could not touch her. The light she became. In slow motion, the blue little cords of light start to whip the air. No, no, no...the song will start as soon as...
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