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Where am I from?
A place you've never heard of. A place so far away that the light from my home Sun has yet to reach this planet's event horizon.
How old am I?
I am as old as time, but nary as timeless. I am as old as the eternity that cries out in silence.
Who am I?
I am the daughter of the raging inferno and the endless storms. I am kin to the lightning flash. I am the darkness that envelopes and surrounds. I am the night and the cool moon and the silent stars. I am the deepest ocean and the volcano fire and the airless winds and the latent earth. I am all things unnamed and unknown. I am the dancer dancing alone; I am the song that rises and falls. I am the end of all things, alone and forgotten and broken. I am the graceful, the violent, the innocent. I am darkness, I am sorrow, I am tears.
I am Kynm, Dancer of the Darkk, the Darkkly-Shining.
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Where am I from?
A place you know as well as your own self. A place so near to you, so familiar, but yet unidentified and hidden.
How old am I?
I am as young as time, but nary as timeless. I am as young as the time born anew each passing moment.
Who am I?
I am the daughter of the rampant maelstrom and whirling tremor. I am kin to the thunder's cry. I am the light that comforts and heals. I am the day and the fierce sun and the singing stars. I am the peaceful candle flame and the cleansing breeze and the enduring tree and the laughing waterfall. I am all things named and known. I am the singer singing in silence; I am the movement of the dance. I am the birth of all things, united and remembered and whole. I am the clumsy, the peaceful, the one-who-knows, perhaps too much. I am light, I am joy, I am laughter.
I am Alaen, Singer of the Liyht, the Brightly-Chosen.
A place you've never heard of. A place so far away that the light from my home Sun has yet to reach this planet's event horizon.
How old am I?
I am as old as time, but nary as timeless. I am as old as the eternity that cries out in silence.
Who am I?
I am the daughter of the raging inferno and the endless storms. I am kin to the lightning flash. I am the darkness that envelopes and surrounds. I am the night and the cool moon and the silent stars. I am the deepest ocean and the volcano fire and the airless winds and the latent earth. I am all things unnamed and unknown. I am the dancer dancing alone; I am the song that rises and falls. I am the end of all things, alone and forgotten and broken. I am the graceful, the violent, the innocent. I am darkness, I am sorrow, I am tears.
I am Kynm, Dancer of the Darkk, the Darkkly-Shining.
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Where am I from?
A place you know as well as your own self. A place so near to you, so familiar, but yet unidentified and hidden.
How old am I?
I am as young as time, but nary as timeless. I am as young as the time born anew each passing moment.
Who am I?
I am the daughter of the rampant maelstrom and whirling tremor. I am kin to the thunder's cry. I am the light that comforts and heals. I am the day and the fierce sun and the singing stars. I am the peaceful candle flame and the cleansing breeze and the enduring tree and the laughing waterfall. I am all things named and known. I am the singer singing in silence; I am the movement of the dance. I am the birth of all things, united and remembered and whole. I am the clumsy, the peaceful, the one-who-knows, perhaps too much. I am light, I am joy, I am laughter.
I am Alaen, Singer of the Liyht, the Brightly-Chosen.
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To be honest...
I have much to say
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These two, Kynm and Alaen, are different. They are not, like much of what I post here, voices that flit into my head, then out once their tale is done. They are, I guess, part of me, my conscience, if you would call them that. But that would limit them. They actually play vital and leading roles in my novel-saga.
This is a sketch of them, but more then that, it is a disillusioning of the human prejudices of Darkk and Liyht.We You name one 'good', the other 'evil', when in fact, those names are entirely a mortal contraption. Think more of the Asian, Yin and Yang; that conception is closer to (my) reality. Without Darkk, there is no Liyht, without Liyht, no Darkk. They are, in essence, One.
(To read more of my bizarre theories of God, the Universe, and Pi, read the artist's comments on Twelve A.M.)
(c) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk.
This is a sketch of them, but more then that, it is a disillusioning of the human prejudices of Darkk and Liyht.
(To read more of my bizarre theories of God, the Universe, and Pi, read the artist's comments on Twelve A.M.)
(c) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk.
© 2011 - 2024 Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
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This is very intense! I love the descriptions and the bold font really draws one's attention. Fantastic!!!