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Threads Of The White Lands
Laying on the ground, taking the rotting planks as its own stolen mattress, a motionless doll dressed in a red robe, gifted by this odd concept that is life, exhales. Its wooden face, arms, legs, and hands are covered by damaged clothing named skin.A faint hum accompanies every exhale, a single sustained note. It goes against the wind's; it makes memories of the birds' chants scream, a twisted note that defies any laws evolution settled. A rebellion, we call it, a forced act against nature itself. A false promise of freedom, innovation they dared to name it. A music box.
We, The Doll.
Dust floats. Sun rays burn the wood the floor is made of. The wind howls and whistles, trying to remember how birds used to sing. The air is…
We, Their ruler.
A sweet smell of morning rain overwhelms our quarters. The rays of the white sun slowly heat the white curtains; even the cold quartz tiles…
I. The dream of the little girl
I cannot see at all; although my eyes aren't shut, a dark veil covers my retinas. A faint ticking sound reaches my ears, uneven; it switches…
II. The food race
From the dusted floor I lift my head. With my thin arms I push against the ground to get up. Doing so raises dust from the floor; the sun ra…
III. The holes got Ears
The usual noises of chatter, brooms, and falling chairs stopped earlier than usual, the main reason being the Slow Marc event. The Lady in A…
IV. Sneaking out
I no longer feel the warmth the sun brought us inside the cellar; for now, only the cold air of night remains. I wake Decy. He's not too hap…
V. Mayth
I slowly retrieve my inner voice, following it back along with my awareness and my major senses. The feeling of pain successfully erases my…
VI. Consequences
I woke up multiple times during the night. First it was pain, then hunger. The early white rays of the sun pass through the planks. I try to…
VII. Apry's Will
Apry is the first to speak. "Mayth's market is gone. It is time for us to work together. There were times when the races were moments to pro…
VIII. Preparations
The Tailor's arrival is an important event, enough for the Lady in Apron to make us work together. Until tomorrow night, we monthlings will…
IX. Detuning
After closing the door behind me and finishing my cleaning duty, I go to the bathroom to wash my brooms and empty my buckets. The very momen…
X. The Tailor
Behind the orphanage entrance, the sound of someone's music box plays. Its pitch is higher than both the monthlings' and the Lady in Apron's…
1. The Trip To Harebell
I don't know what's pissing me off the most. The trembling walls and the banging sounds they make on every bump this damn road has, the over…
2. The Great city-state of Harebell
The sun hits hard. We've been waiting for ten minutes now for something to happen. The Tailor just stays still and doesn't seem bothered by…
3. The White Plaza
" Welcome, welcome my dear orphans to the great city-state of Harebell! " The lady begins to say with a clear, fake enthusiasm. " The great…
4. The High Court of Harebell
The guide leads us on the orphans' path, far away from the citizens' and the high court's ones. Ours is made of dirt, flattened grey grass,…
5. The Tuning Ceremony
" The leaders and members of the high court, now presented, climb the stairs and enter the tribunals. " Our guide says. He leads our way thr…
6. Still, They Do
The citizens' path is crowded. As we descend the stairs, the other orphans begin to enter the tribunals. None of them even dare to look at u…
7. Rats Below
The silence in the lobby makes me wonder if I haven't suddenly gone deaf. The banners of each Petal float, making the only sound heard, asid…