Fire Writing - The Lunatrix

The world inside. The place no one can go but me. It was green once, the sun was shining, I made some friends. Friends who were all just me in parts. In this place, I could escape. I could hide from the misery of the physical world. This place is warm and beautiful. I live in a castle made of crystals. There is no pain here, not yet...

One day the sun died.

That was the most sorrowful day.

The light turned to darkness. Only the moon was left with her two daughters. The green turned to dark purple. The clouds turned blue and pink, like cotton candy. What was once the 'sky' was now a barrier, a wall of sorts. What is on the other side?

A river flows, it's black. Black as black can be. I wouldn't dare touch it. I feel like this world is a bubble. What if the water fills it up? I hope it has somewhere to go... Where is it coming from?

I follow the river into the castle, which now only shines with faint light from the three moons. The water trickles from the ceiling of the castle's grand corridor. It flows through crevasses that seem to be made for it. Why?

"I can show you"

There he is standing at the top of the stairwell. His black fur and comforting yellow eyes, yellow like mine. The blue crystal on his forehead glimmers through his violet mane.

I follow him through the inner workings of my castle. Higher and higher we go. He takes me to a chamber I didn't know existed. It's a large room with four short podiums, in the middle is a bed, the softest looking bed. It's a pile of the coziest blankets, furs, and pillows. Above on the ceiling is a constellation, the constellation of Taurus. There she is, silver and spectral, her fur is ethereal and glimmers with time and space. She appears out of stardust in the center of the room, Luneva.

Corvo stays at the entrance while I start towards the center of the room.

On each of the four podiums floats a crystal. One is diamond shaped, it's pink.

"This is your platonic love. Love that has no romantic attachment. It's the love you feel for your family and friends, and for places and ideas."

It's whole, and it glows.

She looks towards the second, it is a deep red and shaped like a heart.

"This is your true love, the romantic love, and the feeling of being loved by another. It is here to indicate the presence of the Twin Flame, the other half of your soul. However, it can be illuminated by false love as well. I hope it stays strong"

It is whole but does not glow. I hope it will one day.

She looks towards the third, it is gray. This crystal has a crude shape almost like three circles clumped together. This is the one that is cracked. The black water flows out of it and trickles down the podium and into slits in the floor.

"This is your sorrow. The sadness your soul feels resides in this crystal. It was the first to crack, but won't be the last."

It is no longer whole but glows very slightly. I don't like this one.

She looks towards the last one and pauses, and her constant toothy grin turns to a frown. The last crystal is black, as black as the water that flows. It is shaped like an upside down heart but is much cruder and more jagged than the red crystal.

She speaks. "This is your hatred. All the anger your soul has ever felt resides here. This crystal will shine black with your desire to wound others. This is the most dangerous one. As long as you live with anger and hatred in your soul, it will stay strong. Be careful."

It is whole but does not glow.

I look at the last one for a while. As I stare into it it seems to draw me in, I walk closer and look at my reflection in the stone.

"This is the most precious and fragile chamber, be careful which souls you allow in, not all will be kind."