and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Seraphina directed her to the seventh floor (and for a building to have so many floors still mystifies and amazes Amalia), to the office of The Eye. The Artificer had bid the girl good luck and set off on her way, and now a minute as elapsed and Amalia still stands, swallowing down a mountain of anxiety, her hand raised, an inch of space between it and the door.
Time to bite the bullet, she thinks, and brings her closed fist down.
knock knock knock
Such an inconspicuous sound, knocking on a door. And yet as the rapping of knuckles on wood rings out through the hallway, Amalia cannot help but feel that it heralds something great. A change unlike any other which as stretched over her short life, though perhaps each fragile moment and tentative breath has been in preparation of this. Step by step through grace and despair, until her bare feet land her here.
On this threshold.
At this door.
Waiting on this man.
Time to bite the bullet, she thinks, and brings her closed fist down.
knock knock knock
Such an inconspicuous sound, knocking on a door. And yet as the rapping of knuckles on wood rings out through the hallway, Amalia cannot help but feel that it heralds something great. A change unlike any other which as stretched over her short life, though perhaps each fragile moment and tentative breath has been in preparation of this. Step by step through grace and despair, until her bare feet land her here.
On this threshold.
At this door.
Waiting on this man.
Amalia
