It seemed for years that I've been travelling condemned to my own eerie silence that I saw no one. And yet, I've met thousands, perhaps millions, and heard everything and saw everything. But they blend together as do the days, like a beach of memories, both placid and hellis, stretch out for eternity. Endlessly I walk, never ceasing my listless, although steady animation. For what seems like the millionth time I'm amazed by how people appear, look, even their names, despite not knowing the many faces I pass on the street. They all appeared so tightly enveloped in themselves but I knew I was no better. Why am I judging those people when I am a failure? I sit up here in my observatory room, watching my faceless puppet wander these streets, on the otherside of the thickpained window. Hah! My refuge, my sanctuary. But even I need relief, relief my stress, my sorrows.. From enduring my self-condemned hell.
Amarante's motion was an undisrupted flow of languid grace, steady like a river and as soft as a breeze. Her porcelain face was an emotionless mask, and that's what it was. It was a mask to hide emotion, although it was worn and frayed, cracked along the edges but still it held back the darkness seeping from her soul. Her thoughts were morbid contradictions of moral and tradition as she progressed to the Tavern and Inn.
Within moments she stepped inside, her sandals clicking as she walked with a proper posture. She swept forwards like born beauty and grace, and truth betold she was. Her face was angelic, soft and the color of snow and just as pristine and pure. Her nose and mouth with delicate and small and her eyes were a dark, fathomless emerald. Her head was adorned with glossy tresses of ivory, just as her skin, although tied back with a white ribbon to discourage it from being a bother to her.
She sank into a chair and ordered a drink, sitting straight and quietly as she seemed lost in herself. But as usual, she was daydreaming as always. Lost in the trecherous caverns of her mind as she waited for her alchohalic beverage. She had always been a person too.. well, drink. But not alot, just enough to get a bit tipsy. Nothing more.
