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May. 11th, 2006 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_moonThe door shuts behind them.
They stand on a beach. The sand is pure white, untouched and unspoiled, powder-fine. The sea is a shade of jade unknown to the human eye, and the sky at the height of the day is a cool violet-red. There is a sun, but it seems far away in the sky, almost no clouds, but there are three moons hanging in the heavens.
"We will have to walk a little ways," she murmurs, taking Mary Anne's hand in hers. "I hope you don't mind."
The wind blows with the scent of salt and Truth (for in this plane of existence, Truth has a distinct smell), cool but comfortable. Their feet do not sink into that fine sand, but walk atop it like a soft carpet, leaving tracks that the breeze soon covers.
It is home, and home welcomes her children whenever they return.
They stand on a beach. The sand is pure white, untouched and unspoiled, powder-fine. The sea is a shade of jade unknown to the human eye, and the sky at the height of the day is a cool violet-red. There is a sun, but it seems far away in the sky, almost no clouds, but there are three moons hanging in the heavens.
"We will have to walk a little ways," she murmurs, taking Mary Anne's hand in hers. "I hope you don't mind."
The wind blows with the scent of salt and Truth (for in this plane of existence, Truth has a distinct smell), cool but comfortable. Their feet do not sink into that fine sand, but walk atop it like a soft carpet, leaving tracks that the breeze soon covers.
It is home, and home welcomes her children whenever they return.
