Amythist-Tears

Clear cut, smooth to the touch chiming sound as fingers caress, discordant chords echoing through the coldness of the empty air. Curves, eccentric in their grace, seductive in the creation of the chaos that they form. Crystal light, break up, split white makes red, orange yellow green blue indigo violet. Colours, colours reflected against the suffocating walls of here. But no matter the beauty of form No moment of perfect light, nor essence of crafted art. In us all there is a power. Forceful, compelling, an ugliness that yearns for nothing except utter chaos of light and destruction of form. Strive for balance, h

Crystal waves sigh onto the sands, gently caressing the beach before sweeping slowly back out. Fiery clouds burn from the light of the setting sun, the green and violent orbs of the moons slowly swinging across the twilight sky. Evening calls from insects echo across the sandy dunes and slowly circling birds drift lazily towards their nests upon the cliff-side. A few meters from the waters edge, J'phala sat before a small fire, staring deeply into the flickering flames. His mind was totally relaxed as twilight gradually darkened into night, the sun setting below the horizon, and the twin moons reaching dominance among the diamond stars, glist