Art-From-Stars

Awakened to life, abilities, weaknesses, strengths, customs. Desires and fears, nightmares and hope, yes they came and went. So did the years of failure, morally failed. No direction in life, lost morals. Lies masqueraded as knowledge, strengths were errors, life at night, was not meant to be. Sexual immorality, and drunkenness, a bully, lazy and without law. The reason they talked about him - not in good - he considered his style. People who laugh at nonsense, he listened to them when they instigated him. But it did not land, was shunned, rejected. 'Yes, I'm to blame,' she said, 'No one is as bad as I am.' We wandered on lonely paths, the blessing was not with us. Heretics against powers they did not know. No one taught you, if you tried you were laughed at. Weeping sat in the room, the light banished, voices in your head, feelings from the abyss of death. I feel for you, you are not alone. I see you in the shadows, cuts on your arms and legs. It will never be the same, as it

I am Frederic Vin Norths, aka Poet. This is my final observation of Riev: He had fallen into a role that he had not wanted. Despite great power, despite the outwardly most beautiful treasures. That had not been his soul's longing. Never. He changed like the work of a finely controlled explosion, a forming surge of blood, a stream of life in the shadows. He looked up, tears streaming down his face. Freezing, he went within himself, spoke out into the empty Throne Room: 'Perhaps he knew he was 'bequeathing' me a new burden as soon as I stepped in here. I feel challenged. A tremendous energy radiates from the castle, the sky above looks into something, but the face I see out there is not smiling. It is crying and when I think about it, it tells me more and more. But I don't want to know. The answers that seem to be everywhere, have always been there, can be evoked by my mind, and it acts as if they were my memories, my expectations, my ideas. They were not mine before, but now they

Lullaby 23 It was quiet, a quiet that puzzled in the face of decisive events of these days. Silent shadows crept around and observed the people' activities. They thought that this day was one of all days, that everything had always been like this and would remain like this. Nothing could be further from the truth. The reality could break into many splinters every day, the playroom of the people could be torn down all the time, just as the government building of Lullaby was lying there in its ruins a few hours ago, collapsed after a 'terrorist attack'. No one talked about it. It was not their business. It was life just there to have fun, even if the true joy of life was missing. On other planes, people were fighting for humanity who, along with Nicklas, had participated in the construction of this world and had long kept away from each other, never to become those beings of whom Zeran had aspired to be the supreme one of them. The world of the Gods was a mystique that sometimes

A city called Rave. 'So this was once the 'Olympus of Mankind'. It became the summit of their tomfoolery. And now it has become a dead end for us, after all.' A young man sat smoking, on the ground by a bonfire, on the roof of a skyscraper that was part of a huge complex floating above a world. The once magnificent buildings had become a ghost town, death had spread its wings here. The young woman, at Oudrims’ side, lay trembling all over, filling a small glass pipe with shimmering purple crystals, heating and smoking it. She laid her head back, looking directly into the vastness above them, as if she were far out there. Her pupils opened instantly, then she closed her eyes. Oudrim, let his gaze wander over the rooftops of the massive complex, 'Rave'. Towering transmitters jutted upward like spears. Up here, both ages and the wonders of the expanses met with the vaults of the sky of the world below. The borderline was clearly visible. Oudrim remembered, wincing

Mira screeched a sound that caused reality to collapse around her. Riev and Glory were enveloped by it, bent and deformed. Disorientation. A tangle of feelings and thoughts. Mira's face stared back at them, closed her eyes. She was dissolving. It was as if they were hurled through a years-long dream in a few moments. After that, the reality was different. Riev found himself lying on the dirty floor. Next to him lay Glory. They were somewhere in the labyrinth. Mira was no longer perceptible. 'What happened?' asked Riev as he slowly stood up. He felt exposed. It had been a bitter situation for him. He looked at the ground, remembering, trying to forget. Thoughts and images revealed themselves to him that were hard to bear. Glory and he wandered off. What lay behind them appeared in the foggy twilight. The labyrinth had shaken, but now it was silent. Gossamer threads, barely visible, had clung to their hearts unnoticed. Silently, they searched for a way out. The two did

In a hidden place ... Artist Frederic Vin North, aka 'Poet', sat in his study, typing on his typewriter filled with the breath of dream. Smoke billowed in the gently moving air. The room was bathed in dim light, it was silent, indeed, it seemed like at the threshold of perfect stillness. Poet sighed, drew on the pipe that had fine patterns carved in ivory on the curved shape, herbs had a tart aroma. The scent of ink told a story, a letter full of feelings, thoughts of past and new days. Life. This life contained a connection to persons whom Poet loved, since once ... He continued to write: 'Riev, Glory, you are in a strange place. To Lullaby's nobility you are enemies, yes Glory, now you, too. Take heed! To save Lullaby's soul - and that is the goal - as a part of all of you, mainly Nicklas is inseparable from it. He can't bring himself to distance himself, and that's good. Be comforted if he seems fanatical about healing the child he helped create. You are from my

Glory was not far from her parents' house. Should she tell them that she was well, about? 'Of course not!' she said bitterly to herself. They would question her and put her under 'protective' house arrest, guard her premises, or worse. Her target was someone else. She saw her parents only at a cool distance anyway, as puffed-up nobles who kept secrets from her. Despite this callous relationship with their daughter, however, they were concerned about her. Was she of any value to anything else, if one left out the intimate interpersonal? She had made her way through the paths of the Dream Ocean into the building of the Triumvirate. 'There!' 'What do you mean the `Dream Stalker' isn't here?!' 'He's been arrested, hasn't he, Head Guardian? 'I want to go to the Triumvirate. Take me to your commanding officer. 'I must inquire, for it is not …' Zeran, basically the only regent, stepped out from the background. 'Lord Van Diessman! I thought I heard your voice. Forgive my subordinate!

While Glory was confiding to her mirror about amorous lucid dreams, Fate breathed through her window. When she turned around, her lover stood in front of her and looked at her seriously. The girl's skin tingled. With throbbing hearts, they faced each other. This place was a meaningful crossing of the straight lines through space, time and reality. This noble house was figuratively on fire. ... ... The moment Riev and Glory's gazes met, they became a glare that would watch over them both. 'I am here, as agreed. Please allow me to stay by your side.' Riev whispered these words, but clearly and unwaveringly. They set off on their journey into eternity. Glory answered with a clear look: 'Of course. My path ends here in this place. A new path is opening up for me. This is you.' Riev breathed a brief vision into Glory that arrived unmistakably. Pain was on its way. But there was also bliss. A fateful road, through the Dream Ocean and the worlds within it .... 'There was much

In a house of nobility … 'Mirror, wake up and speak to me!' It came to life. A face appeared in the mirror. It looked friendly, lively, but at the same time unfathomably deep. 'What is your desire, my lady?' 'A dream, … For some time I have been dreaming. I think they are dreams, yes, imaginings, in which I lose myself and experience wondrous things, of a sensual nature.' 'Yet it is forbidden, in Lullaby, to dream. The CyberNet, my lady, prevents it. However, the system is still flawed. It is said that there are people who fight against it.' I think it's ridiculous anyway. 'Listen: this young man came to me, embraced me and changed my life. Dreams, yes dreams, in them time is inconsequential if you feel love in them.' 'Love, my lady?! You have a romantic relationship with a dream?' 'Don't you? What do you do when we don't talk to each other? Where are you going? You spring from the … 'Dream Ocean', don't you? The mirror looked at the young woman, with the beautiful long